Style Ain't Free

June, you're a genius

Yeah, open up, hey

Mane, look, stop it

Always got my name in some gossip

White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi

Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi

That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her

I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin

She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'

And that what you call a concussion

Went hard 'fore I ever made a rap check

Gettin' money out the streets

Ducked off, I was servin' on the Southside

But I stayed in the East

Told the bitch cook some hot wings and Ro-Tel

We don't go out to eat

What you doin'? Gon' mob a nigga up then

Wipe the dick off neat

Give a fuck about a ring but I'm smokin' wedding cake

Hood still in my jeans, I was eatin' a hot plate

Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content

Big homie might snap, he gon' do it off the strength

She just got it sewed in, but I'm pullin' every inch

Used to get a hotel, now we fuck behind tint

Had to get a nigga hit, 'cause he tried to go against

Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence

It ain't no end to this trend

Double our truck, ain't no 4MATIC Benz

They like, He at it again

I just put me a new whip in the wind

I'm having way too much money

Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spend

I'm havin' way too much money

Count up and repeat it again

Mane, look, stop it

Always got my name in some gossip

White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi

Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi

That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her

I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin

She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'

And that what you call a concussion

Lil' buddy got the fye but don't pop it

Audemars came from the faucet

Lamborghini, Forgiato wet, mop it

Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket

Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi

Walkin' in my robes, it's Versace, Versace

69 shooters and they nothin' like Tekashi

Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot ya

Switch it, the Maybach, the Lambo', the 'Rari

Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded

Outer space, Marvin the Martian

Better get your bitch up off the market, huh

Young Vince Carter with the carbon

I can paint a picture in your head, I'm a artist

Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy

Hit it from the back, style doggy, yeah

Maison Margiela my coat, ho

Where was you at? I was broke, no hope

I put the plug in the yolk and I go

Death or dishonor, I live by the oath

Yeah, gotta get the money bag, yo

Fifteen a hunnid two, three times, then four

Nigga, bet I'll cross that line, we gon' blow

It's a bust down, can't even see the time in this ho

Mane, look, stop it

Always got my name in some gossip

White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi

Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi

That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her

I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin

She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'

And that what you call a concussion

Let me see your wrists

This ain't it, I just spoke with the chief

Comin' straight off the top, Chanel bandana

This style ain't free

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, style ain't free

Gotta pay for this here