No morë talk
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Yeah (Yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest things, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherfuckin' buildin' (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Whole lot of motherfuckin' money in this buildin' (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (Skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm—)
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah)
"Where you think I got this fuckin' money?" I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, woah)
Off this fuckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (Shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm—)
"How the fuck you been here in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (Yeah-ah)
All this fuckin' cash up, the realest, yeah, I still was buyin' (Yeah)
Saint Laurent, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (Yeah)
I'm on his scalp full time, you gone get it one day (Oh, yeah, I-I'm—)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hop up inside of the Bentley, the whip in it, we splittin', that muhfuckin' kid up (Ah)
Swervin' the muhfuckin'...
