possession Lyrics by Ken Carson
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Rake that money likes leaves, Rake that money likes leaves (Niggas can’t tell me nothing)
Rake that money likes leaves
Rake that money likes leaves, rake that money (Pussy bitch can’t tell me nothing)
Balmain on my jeans, woah (Balmain)
My bitch throw up B’s, woah (Woah-woah)
Bow down on her knees, woah
And I ain’t gotta tell her, “Please” (Please)
Make that stop, fuck these hoes, I’ma pour a four for me (Let’s go)
Goyard tote, CC one-of-one, she was gon’ do for these
Catch
Catch (What the fuck?)
Catch (Fuck)
Catch (What the fuck? I’ma fuck up)
Catch (Fuck)
Catch (What the fuck? I’ma fuck up)
Catch (I’ma catch up to they ass)
Catch
Pass her to my dog just like fetch, he gon’ catch
She about it, through her outfit, she got that cheap ass mesh
That ain’t JPG, lil’ bitch, that ain’t Skims, ho
That ain’t Yeezy Season One, I’m on X-Games Mode (Oh my God, he on X-Games Mode)
Put an X on her
All the niggas I came up with not lit no more
She got her peacoat on, we turning up (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
She got her peacoat on, I don’t give no fuck (I don’t give no fuck)
Too busy stretching these bands, I can’t be cuffed (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Body with these— I’m so tough (Woah-woah)
Body with these— I’m so fire
Body with these— filling up my body with these drugs (Better not [?], bitch, it’s a homicide)
I’ve been filling up my fucking body with these drugs (Pop a pill in the mirror just scream, “What the fuck” three times)
I’ve been filling up my fucking body, what the fuck? (Two VL’s and found it’s YVL, you know that hand sign)
Money like leaves (Filling up my body)
Rake that money likes leaves (Filling up my body)
Rake that money likes leaves (Filling up my body with these drugs)
Rake that money likes leaves (I’ve been filling up my body with these drugs)
Rake that money (I’ve been filling up my body with these drugs)
Rake that money likes leaves (Filling up my body)
Rake that money likes leaves (Filling up my body)
Rake that money likes leaves (Filling up my body with these drugs)
Rake that money likes leaves (I’ve been filling up my body with these drugs)
What the fuck?
Twenty-five hundred on shoes
Twenty-five hundred on pants
Five K for the jacket, that’s ten bands
I flew to the beach with more sand (Woah-woah)
Can’t even fuck this ho, she a fan (Woah-woah)
Chrome Heart ship, woah-woah, we in Japan (Woah-woah)
Got her on her knees, she not praying (Woah)
Thank XTC too high I can’t land (Woah, woah)
Don’t rack money up please I just got ones in my hand (Woah-woah)