RICH VIKING

(Wheezy out of here) Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate We some rich vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go) Rich nigga (facts), but, ho, with these racks, I'm petty (extensions) I still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin' on top of the Chevy Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone, somethin' like American Deli (uh-huh) Lay the seat back, we can fuck in the car right now, no panty, she ready (not on regular seasons) Viking smoking this blunt to the five (uh-huh) Viking walk, I won't hear a drop (hey) Sike, yeah, been by myself at the top (uh) Right here whether you like it or not My shooter a star, he gon' rock out for my band Press on the gas, all my guys got a hot hand You can't go back to your hood, nigga, I can Trap out the mansion, we turn into vik' land Park the whip (skrr), hop out fresh as fuck, smellin' like Baccarat (hey) Mix was off (word), hit the damn lil' spot, lil' cuh just seen an opp (oh) Trailed a cop, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop Cut him off, got caught lackin' in traffic, jump out, fah-fah-fah Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage Shoot, put a white Patek on a black bitch, true facts Real Viking, fuck her then go eat her kid's fruit snacks (haha) Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back Cleanin' house, sweep the floor, walked out the door, it done racks (ayy) I'm smokin' out the pound, bitch, rest in peace my uncle, first nigga I saw slide off a mountain Used to grind for grandma, whole boat or cop an outfit Don't go out for nothin', 'less I get paid, I'm in the house lit Money go Chanel, I had (drip), this bitch, cost four racks, nigga don't play with me (yrim) Big speaker, the one they wanna be, and who they hate to see I'm the typa nigga, take his bitch and make him baby-sit (boy) When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get space-ship vibes (go) 3.5, fuck, I feel like I can fly Something must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine When she asked me what's my zodiac, I told her, "Dollar sign" (oh) I don't trust nobody more than my five, wish a nigga would try, and I'ma up it and Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate We some rich vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go) Shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot