MUSHROOMS ft. Ashton Lyrics

I got homies that know I do well

Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell

One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel

Pvt on the crib I won't tell

I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist

She pushing a M in Duvel

I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest

Some rich niggas up in the hills

I got way too many gold digging exes

That's messed up

I ain't got enough niggas that really even been on my level

Better catch up

When I run my mouth, I always finish in first

That's a medal

I won't pay for strippers, but I might just pay for some percs

Getting zooted we taking it back to Ibiza

I'm financially free I don't need ya

I ain't saying it twice

Or I'll wish you goodnight

I might send up some ops to decease ya

I been playing the game like it's Fifa

Kill the controls, I'm so good I don't need 'em

I'd feel bad if I wanted to be ya

But I've been myself, I've been feeling like Meezus

I got homies that know I do well

Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell

One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel

Pvt on the crib I won't tell

I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist

She pushing a M in Duvel

I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest

Some rich niggas up in the hills

See the future like a fortune teller

I am steller, I am not an earthly dweller

When I jump on the beat, man I'm jumping like vector

She belling my ring, so I'm calling her Hector

It ain't no pressure, do better

Party in the hills, feeling like Heather

Fucking around, I just fester my cheddar

It's cold on my neck, I ain't checking the weather

Hand me a shroom, I went straight to the moon

I've been the best since I came out the womb

Realler than real, gon be up in my tune

We never down, be coming back soon

Fuck wit a fake, they be loony like toons

Went to the stu, had to get back in tune

I'm always working, I'm running on fumes

Want a mansion with a couple of rooms

Skee, skee, skee

I fuck with weed and go sell me a key

Before we go party, we gotta go pre

Niggas they biting, they on me like fleas

I want my shawty, she singing like glee

Cop me a stick, let it spray like the sea

Feeling like Moses, they following me

She feel like a bird cause she swallowing me

I got homies that know I do well

Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell

One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel

Pvt on the crib I won't tell

I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist

She pushing a M in Duvel

I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest

Some rich niggas up in the hills