10Fifty Lyrics

[Intro]
(10Fifty, I love you)
Okay 10Fifty, come on
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, woo, yeah
10Fifty, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherf*ckers always be talkin' like who sound like who, but really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I be chillin' be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get a tariff, damn
We ain't f*ckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin', these shoes don't got motherf*ckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat, then five fifty if you want a placement

[Verse]
That is five hundred that you are not wastin', if you don't got money then no conversations
Smokin' gelato, I turned to a Haitian
Standin' in line, I'm becomin' impatient
Takin' a flight to Barbados, I need a vacation
Roll me up a bamboo, I'ma face it
'Boutta get his IP, I'ma trace him
If you ain't on my level then why are you hatin'?
If you ain't on my level then why you be throwin' that dirt on my name?
John Legend, play the blame game
If you talkin' that shit, I'ma go hit a stain
I just went and got me a six piece with the kanes
And your man just went and copped a bubble chain
Hop in the Coupe and I cut out the brain
I feel like a damn lion, no, I cannot be tamed
Flexin' that government check when he get it on Twitter and then he gon' hop on the 'Gram
Word on the streets I be speakin' so different they thought I was doin' this in comic sans
I'm servin' out whole foods hand to hand I'm f*ckin' with gas, ain't no molly tan, uh
Bitch, I've been kickin' this shit like I'm Jackie Chan
I think you need to get your mans
Bitch, I'ma pop out the cut like a motherf*ckin' jump scare
And lil' brodie been known to be totin' them tools, they be treatin' that shit like it's hardware
I ain't coachin' the game, bitch, I've been ballin', uh
Sebastian Telfair
Said he wanted that beef and he wanted that smoke so you know we bringin' that warfare
I ain't duckin' from nothin', yeah
Emoji with a clip, it tote a hundred, yeah
You f*ckin' with the squares and all the pundits, yeah
I get up on the track and get to runnin', yeah
They don't even know how I'm comin'
And they don't even know how I'm bomin'
Bitch, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm Bunyan
And I'm gettin' the chips like I'm Funyuns, yeah
[Chorus]
He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherf*ckers always be talkin' like who sound like who, but really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I be chillin' be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get a tariff, damn
We ain't f*ckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin', these shoes don't got motherf*ckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat, then five fifty if you want a placement

[Outro]
Just for a motherf*ckin' placement

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