Space Station Lyrics

(Woohoo) (Woohoo)

I'm in my bag, look at my fit

I had to learn how to go and get rich

And I pray that my brothers

Around me don't switch

Im on my own planet every minute

I'm rich and they getting offended

I bought diamonds for me and my Dentist

U mad u jealous u hate me I Get it

Yeah, who woulda thought I could make it

I put the drake on the table like I'm Nathan

All of kids in school like me but they faking

They just follow trends they gon fall for Satan

We shoot at his body leave him on the pavement

I was cooking beats trapping in the basement

Now I want the bag Louis and Bottega

He gon keep it plain I said imma make it

I ran up my money, brown sugar money, brown boy money

I went to the mall, I spent like a hunid, link up w my cousin

I don't do no taking sipping that wokin Dior on my body Rick Owen Versace

My kin like wasabi

I'm totting that tommy

I done have all of this money on me so flexing like it's a parade

All of these boys around me yea trynna take the whole damn credit

Trynna steal my swag

I just keep whipping and flipping and dripping around till something inside me go crazy

Feeling just like marlon Wayne's feeling like balling Miami Jimmy or D Wade

Look at my neck I'm paid

Look at my wrist I'm paid

Look out feet im paid

Smell me yeah I'm paid

I just smoke my opps give 'em a fade

I don't wanna see u so I wear my shades

Geeking and jumping up onto the stage

Throwing the racks to the sky like ok

Repping the set, flawless baguettes

All that I do imma do for the check

And when I drop an album and i look like what's next

Speeding in my ufo ima vet

I swear im from space yea I can't forget

Talking like a alien to these kids

Spent $4000 on my confidence

Ou what's that sound

(Yeah, uh uh uh uh uh)

Choppa gon hit from the back and it sound like

(Uh uh uh uh uh)

Yeah I ran up my money and hit on your girl like

(Uh uh uh uh uh)

I'm on a whole nother world like

(Uh uh uh uh uh)

Yeah, who woulda thought I could make it

I put the drake on the table like I'm Nathan

All of kids in school like me but they faking

They just follow trends they gon fall for Satan

We shoot at his body leave him on the pavement

I was cooking beats trapping in the basement

Now I want the bag Louis and Bottega

He gon keep it plain I said imma make it

I ran up my money, brown sugar money, brown boy money

I went to the mall, I spent like a hunid, link up w my cousin

I don't do no taking sipping that wokin Dior on my body Rick Owen Versace

My kin like wasabi

I'm totting that tommy

I ran up my money, brown sugar money, brown boy money

I went to the mall, I spent like a hunid, link up w my cousin

I don't do no taking sipping that wokin Dior on my body Rick Owen Versace

My kin like wasabi

I'm totting that tommy

(Woohoo)(Woohoo)