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[verse 1] What if I Told you that I just flipped another check, no lie Riding through the city, windows tinted, low vibe Counting up the bands while the world pass by Got my shawty in the passenger, her hand on my thigh Yeah, I’m floating, autopilot mode Pressure in my chest, but the money never slowed Playing chess with the game, every move getting cold Now my neck heavy, wrist frozen, pockets never fold **[what's that?]** Yeah, that’s an all black Benz Matching with the tints, can't see through the lens Waves in my head, yeah, I’m stuck in the trends Money multiplying, dividends never end Switch lanes, heart racing, feeling like I’m gon' ascend **Tap dancing through the chaos** [chorus] Look at him Pockets getting fat like Michelin All this money finna buy a crib in Switzerland Or maybe Tokyo, or Paris, then we lit again Pressure coming heavy like a blitz again Look at him Pockets getting fat like Michelin All this money finna buy a crib in Switzerland Or maybe Tokyo, or Paris, then we lit again Pressure coming heavy like a blitz again [verse 2] Now in a couple months' time, I might see My money tripling, no cap, that’s a guarantee Wrote these lines in my sleep, it’s a dream on repeat Manifested every dollar, now the vision’s complete But I keep it lowkey, moving silent in the dark Let my money do the talking, I don’t gotta make a mark Baby, this a slow burn, marathon, not a sprint But I’m still running game, never losing my grip Pressure building like the levees finna break any sec But I’m calm through the storm, heavy ice on my neck [verse 3] Enough of all the small talk I’m too busy making big moves Fast lane living, yeah, I’m switching up the groove Falling for the pressure, nah, I’m way too smooth Writing every line with precision, never lose Yeah, six feet deep in the grind, no slipping If I fall down, best believe I’m still gripping Talking to my demons, yeah, we made an agreement Let me stack the paper first, then we’ll call it even Whiskey in my glass, girl, we go together nice Pressure in my chest, but the game my only vice Brick by brick, we building like it's Tetris Pressure on my shoulders, but I never lose leverage [chorus] Look at him Pockets getting fat like Michelin All this money finna buy a crib in Switzerland Or maybe Tokyo, or Paris, then we lit again Pressure coming heavy like a blitz again Look at him Pockets getting fat like Michelin All this money finna buy a crib in Switzerland Or maybe Tokyo, or Paris, then we lit again Pressure coming heavy like a blitz again
