They just want me to sell out
They just want me to sell out
They just want me to sell out
They just want me to sell out

I keep the racks in my pants
I keep the cash in advance
I keep the pack in my hands
I keep a stack of the bands

I keep it on me, I keep it on me
Yeah that’s the toolie yeah that’s the toolie

Yeah that’s the toolie no Louis
Only wear Prada no Gucci
I always ask for the coochie
They always giving it to me
Got all this ice on my neck
Stay with the bread no baguette
I keep a Mac and a tec
She always keep in it wet yeah
Hunnit a show get the bag
N***as be banging no rag
Tool in my pocket I sag
You won’t catch me by surprise
The truth i ain’t telling no lies
I really be flipping them pies
Said you my main but I lied
Know the meal come with a side

Outcome is income
I get mine then get some
One pinky and then thumb
She freaky she been one
That hotel, that motel
These hoes tell
And so well
I get mine
And then bail
Can’t cuff me
Won’t do jail
Ice watch
That snow hail
Ice box
That’s gone sell
That’s 5 g’s in one blunt
I think my heart gone fail
That’s four seasons
One Kievan
Two hoes who ain’t leaving
Money big like rick Ross
That’s why these hoes stay scheming