Lyrics Undercover! - Autumn!

They like, "How the fuck you so damn rich
But you still scammin' niggas?"
I made a hundred K off Murakami pillows, a hundred off Marni slippers
Ha, .44 shit, that Bulldog, nigga, it get to barkin' with you
I don't talk, you don't talk to me, bitch, I don't talk to niggas
I'm like God, them niggas, they'd die for me
They get to stalkin' niggas
My lil' Lola bitch do fraud too, ain't got time to talk to niggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that shit
I'll spend that to hawk a nigga
I made two hundred K in eleven days off one of my box, lil' nigga

Look at his pockets, them hoes smaller than me
You need to go bowling, nigga
I give a fuck about who's stronger, nigga
This Glock like Hulk to niggas
I know they mad at who money longer, bitch
I had million-dollar dreams, I knew I was gon' be rich
I don't really be on the scene 'cause they too on my dick
I'm rockin' Prada, Adidas, DG, Roi De Tout and Rick
How the fuck he ready for war? Bitch, he ain't even got no stick
How the fuck you ready for war? Your city know you a bitch
Ain't that crazy?
Ha, ain't that crazy? Ain't that crazy?
Ha, your whole city know you a bitch, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, yeah, my whole city know my shit, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, I don't do regular Mercedes, I'm finna go 680
Ha, my nigga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy
Ha, my nigga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy

They like, "How the fuck you so damn rich
But you still scammin' niggas?"
I made a hundred K off Murakami pillows, a hundred off Marni slippers
Ha, .44 shit, that Bulldog, nigga, it get to barkin' with you
I don't talk, you don't talk to me, bitch, I don't talk to niggas
I'm like God, them niggas, they'd die for me
They get to stalkin' niggas
My lil' Lola bitch do fraud too, ain't got time to talk to niggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that shit
I'll spend that to hawk a nigga
I made two hundred K in eleven days off one of my box, lil' nigga