Summrs
John Doe
[Verse]
Margiela on my feet
I wish you would try me
I keep that tool by me
I keep that tool by me
I had to earn them bands
I keep that cheese on me
I keep that green on me
Don't give a fuck about a bitch I need them Franklins
Don’t fuck with Washington, you shop at Berlington
You can catch me in a beamer or a fucking Benz
Can't see these n***as, pussy n***as through my Gucci lens
I'm having commas, counting racks, I’m counting dividends
Don't fuck with subtraction, just fuck with addition
If you need a g just catch me by the citgo
I'm toting on the pole, boy you is a hoe
How you ain't know? I keep a fucking pole
I keep a 4-0, for the John Doe
I pour the 4 I'm moving slow, where the time go
I'm tryna live in LA hills in a condo
That means I gotta grind
Can't waste no fucking time
I'm on my fucking grind
My diamonds fucking shine
I don’t give a fuck about her aye
I don’t give a fuck about her
I need them blue bucks
I need them new bucks
I'm all about my money
I need them hunchos
I need the nachos
I’m vibing in the booth
I'm smoking on some boof
I'm sipping on the goop
I'm riding in my city
I subtract the roof
I subtract the roof
Speeding in that coupe
That’s a two door
Only two can fit
Fuck a four door
I got like four hoes
Ice around my neck
Look like a snow globe
Look like a snow globe
I fucking glo
Keep a damn pole
Pouring fucking fours
Smoking on the dro
I gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough