possession lyrics

(Wake up, F1LTHY) Rake that money like leaves (bitch can't tell me nothin') Rake that money like leaves Rake that money like leaves (pussy bitch can't tell me nothin') Rake that money Balmain on my jeans, woah (Balmain) My bitch throw up B's, woah (woah-woah) Bow down on her knees, woah Ain't gotta tell her, Please (please) Make that stop, fuck these hoes, I'ma pour a four for me (lit, let's go) Goyard tote, CC, well, what you gon' do for these? Catch Catch (what the fuck?) Catch (fuck) Catch (what the fuck?) Catch (fuck) Catch (what the fuck?) Catch (catch, yeah-yeah) Catch (catch, yeah-yeah) Pass her to my dog, just like fetch, he gon' catch (pass her to my dog) She about it, threw her an 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) Pulled up extra low All the niggas I came up with not lit no more (woah) She got pink coke on her nose, we turnin' up (woah-woah, yeah, yeah) She got pink coke on her nose, don't give no fuck (don't give no fuck, woah-woah) Too busy stretchin' these bands, I can't be cuffed (woah-woah) Body with these– I'm so tough (woah-woah) Body with these– I'm so fire (woah-woah) Body with these– Better not play, get split, just homicide (fillin' up my body with these drugs) Pop up in the mirror, just scream, What the fuck? Three times (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs) Two VLs and a four, that's YVL, you know that hand sign (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?) Money like leaves (fillin' up my body) Rake that money like leaves (fillin' up my body) Rake that money like leaves (fillin' up my body with these drugs) Rake that money like leaves Rake that money like leaves (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs) Rake that money like leaves (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?) Rake that money like leaves Rake that money like leaves (fillin' up my body) Rake that money like leaves (fillin' up my body) Rake that money like leaves (fillin' up my body with these drugs) Rake that money Rake that money like leaves (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs) Rake that money Rake that money like leaves (I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?) Rake that money Twenty-five hundred on shoes Twenty-five hundred on pants (woah) 5K for this jacket, that's ten bands (woah-woah) I flew to the beach with more sand (woah-woah) Can't even fuck this ho, she a fan (woah-woah) Chrome Heart shop, woah-woah, we in Japan (woah-woah) Got her on her knees, she not prayin' (woah) Drank and ecstasy, too high, I can't land (woah, woah) Don't rake money up please, I still got ones in my hand (woah-woah)