Dead Prezis (feat. G-Eazy)

Yeah, uh (yeah)

(Tyler might've did somethin')

Said all I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy

And the crib lookin' like I got—

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (yeah)

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (yeah)

And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?

Baby, you can tell I'm gettin' plenty (woo)

I be ridin' in the 'Cedes, I don't really miss the Chevy

Goin' eighty, blowin' sticky, and the windows never tinted (yeah)

So I'ma hit the pacer should a piggy try to get us

Who you kiddin'? I could find the fake in a haystack

I could bring the ace to your wake, let the tape blast (yeah)

I could get her choosey off gander at my Chase app

I could put your wifey on a cleanse, give her face masks, ayy

They know me in the city with no name tag

Women love to call me underrated, I'ma change that

Feathers in my jacket, in another weight class

You don't put no motherfuckin' meals on my place mat

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy

And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (you know)

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (Travis, I got you)

And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready

All I ever wanted was a couple dime pieces

Way back in high school, Air 1s, no creases

Now it's Air One with a couple fresh peaches

And some hundred-dollar green juice for my main squeezes

Swimmin' in the money, you might run into some leeches

'Less you in Ibiza, and you in them clear beaches

All over the world, crazy where my pool reaches

You gon' see mo' problems as the money increases

Ooh, all I ever want was dead presi's

Now I Rolex the whole gang with ten Presi's

I ain't seen her all year long, now she ready

Stayed in, seen her ass got quarantine heavy

Wow, go in slow motion

Mixin' up drugs and I'm faded off the potion

2016, my first album caused commotion

Now I run plays and I feel like Danny Ocean, you bitch

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (yeah)

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (bitch)

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy

And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready (yeah, ayy)

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (okay)

In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)

And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (ayy, ayy)

And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's, dead—

All I ever wanted was the hoes, hoes steady, steady

All I ever wanted was the gold chain heavy, heavy

Crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?