★ Chorus ★ I was goin' fast, yeah, we in the SRT We was ditchin' class just to get that money My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, I said, "You funny" Tell 'em, "Look at where I'm at," yeah, my life's so lovely I drop your whole check on a fit I kick out a bitch, she was throwin' fits Smokin' exotic, you be smokin' mids Sippin' on dirty, need a lid I'm off a 30, ain't leavin' the crib
★ Verse 1 ★ I don't say shit, I let the money talk for me New bitch and she bad, last one just got boring I'm off a pill, I can't feel none I still be stuck in my feelings They be talkin', I don't hear a none Stack the money to the ceiling I just put diamonds all in my earrings In a Tesla, I ain't steering
★ Verse 2 ★ What is you doin'? You doin' the most This bitch on my line, I just be reeling I just walked out the bank 10 racks, I'm a stain I'm countin' big bands, no change My diamonds, they drip just like the rain You know it's designer, yeah, it's just all on me I got me some money, now these bitches all on me I don't know you, so why you talk to me? She prayin' to me, she get on her knees Yeah, I'm so rare, yeah, I'm elite I fuck the bitch, now I'm leavin' the scene ★ Verse 3 ★ I already told you Gettin' money, that's what we do I got the Xans on me, I'ma sell 'em I got the answers, I cannot tell 'em She wanna talk to me, she wanna kick it like Bruce Lee Too much guap on me, like I just hit the lottery Why you talk to me? You just be bothering You look lost, you wandering In my head, I'm pondering
★ Chorus ★ I was goin' fast, yeah, we in the SRT We was ditchin' class just to get that money My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, I said, "You funny" Tell 'em, "Look at where I'm at," yeah, my life's so lovely I drop your whole check on a fit I kick out a bitch, she was throwin' fits Smokin' exotic, you be smokin' mids Sippin' on dirty, need a lid I'm off a 30, ain't leavin' the crib
Mason Mylez - Fits {Intro} Woah, woah {Chorus} I was goin' fast, yeah, we in the SRT We was ditchin' class just to get that money My teachers said I
Mason Mylez - Who You {chorus} Like, who you? you not my homie I don't know you Big racks, i'ma stack that, i thought i told you Said you love me, i don't love you, what's the
Mason Mylez - Pack it Up {producer tag} (vdv, got it) {chorus} And she get followed, if she bad enough I told these bitches just to back it up End of the night, so i told
Mason Mylez - Checking Out {intro} Yeah, yeah {chorus} No, it ain't shit But i hope you know, you crossed my mind I gotta watch that i don't check, 'cause we at
Mason Mylez - Can't Stop {intro} Yeah, yeah {chorus} No, it ain't shit But i hope you know, you crossed my mind I gotta watch that i don't check, 'cause we at
Mason Mylez - Picasso {intro} Yeah, yeah {chorus} No, it ain't shit But i hope you know, you crossed my mind I gotta watch that i don't check, 'cause we at
Mason Mylez - Clueless {intro} Yeah, yeah {chorus} No, it ain't shit But i hope you know, you crossed my mind I gotta watch that i don't check, 'cause we at
Mason Mylez - Never Been Better {intro} Uh, ayy {chorus} I think i know what they don't know I count a ten with my eyes closed And i only got some of the same bros It be
Mason Mylez - Deja Vu {chorus} Like, they telling me this, they telling me that But honestly, i don't even know They telling me slow down with this shit But honestly, i'm just on
Mason Mylez - Roxi {chorus} I fell in love with a bitch named roxi I don't even think i gotta say no more Do you feel me? yeah, she heal me But she killin' me, i slowly
Mason Mylez
Mason Myles (stylized Mason Mylez) is an American recording artist from San Diego, California.