Stalley - Fisker lyrics

Humble this, humble that Underrated this, underrated that This year I’m pulling up on n***as boy Correct I just hopped out in a fisker Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullsh** [?] fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major Since Skypager I been getting paper, single Ronald my feet in all flavors, I’m labelled With a bad chick from Barbados She thick like she putting sugar in the mashed potatoes Rolling cookies from the coast getting elevated Putting haters in hell, oh well they just mad I made it Let it burn I’m at the top, wait your turn I be smoking so much all these ashes fill their urn Talking what I earn I’m still spinning from ’09 this rapping a goldmine I’m running through the goal line My day ones protect me like the Denver Broncos O-line I’m Payton in his prime, quarterback and calling shots How he black and call the cops I used to be a hard top fanatic until I copped a drop Threw Ds on that boy and got rid of all the stocks All these Air Ones in my closet you’d think I had Nike stocks BCG Stan socks, vintage Daytona watch The Paul Newman, car boomin’ like a stick of dynamite Setting sh** off these other b**hes ain’t rhyming right (b**hes ain’t rhyming right) (I’m setting sh** off, these other b**hes ain’t rhyming right) I just hopped out in a fisker Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullsh** [?] fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major I just hopped out in a fisker Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullsh** [?] fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major Correct Humble this, humble that Underrated this, underrated that This year I’m pulling up on n***as boy Correct