Sweater Weather (feat. JAY T)

Yeah My pockets been filled with them Benjamin's You fake stompin around in these timberlands Got the Cartier frames on my face, (yeah huhhh) Im so damn high, I feel like I'm in space (yeah huhhh) Spending that money, then I'll make it back Fucking that bitch, then I get in my bag (oh yeah) Im spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin right back This bitch barely geeked, she be in that in n' out I just seen a bad bitch and she want me to beat it down Off of this what I been smokin I'm greenin out (Hahahahaha) You don't even know who you talkin to bitch I'm the goat This bitch want me putting my dick in her throat Y'all internet beefing the funniest jokes And you can't get up on my level cause I'm way to damn tall Bitch I'm to high just cracked the ceiling The addy and perc help me fight off my demons (Fight them bitches off, fight them bitches off) (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Been busting the blick, all you hear is the shells The blicky got talent, it sing like Adele Im not letting up I been giving em hell I been smoking that good shit can tell by the smell My lil youngin' a shooter, I'm feelin like Dell (Hey, bbrrr, What) All this damn ice on my body I need me a coat Been feeling like Kodak, I'm driving the boat Had to put down my cup, it was murder she wrote Never flexed on the gram, never been one to gloat Huhh, don't matter Tylzr still bagging your hoe Huhh, I put my gun in my holster Bitch wanna talk I don't know her (bitch wanna talk I don't know her, bitch wanna talk I don't her) Damn I just ran out of perky's, that shit made me itch Toting my blicky it came with a switch In Dover Street Market, it's me and my bitch Been swimming in money, I'm feeling like Mitch Chain turning green made em look like the Grinch Purple my cup like I play for the kings Paint my bitch face got her looking like Sting Got throat from the bitch, never gave her a ring Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink (Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink, Marni on Marni, my bitch in a mink) Yeah, no pencil or paper still drawing attention I can't wait till my mom in a mansion All this money my pockets expanded I feel so hated like Marilyn Manson My bitch a baddy like Marilyn Monroe Might book a flight, don't even care where I go I got some homies be sniffing that snow and I got some homies that's ready to blow Young Tylzr just took off like ready, set, go Said I'm bout to turn up and run up that score