Casino (Produced by Joshua Heflinger)

[Chorus]: Sammie No
TeZ
All of my niggas is zonin'
All of my bitches is cold
All of my clothes are Designer
All of my Jewelry is gold
I just lost 3 or 4 bankrolls
Yo fuck it ill make me some more
And I just keep jacking my price up
But I got the shit for the low
And I just keep stackin' my dough
I poured up that lean I'm out cold
I got all these hoes at my shows
Their shirts lift like butterfly doors
And I Just keep stackin' my dough
I might put that benzo on 4's
I might put my teeth back on golds
So I can flex on all my foes
[Verse 1: Sammie No
TeZ]
I said here is something you can't understand
I just popped another xan
Out here gettin hundreds, now I got theses bands
I can cash out and get them back again
Migo called my phone I was going mia ham
Flexing out the gym I had them euros in a band
They was throwin shade I was sticking to the plan
Cause niggas know I had that hidden leaf by the gram
I had 20 missed calls I was thumbing through a check
I pulled up my email its full of execs
I'm out in the field dont respond to no texts
They paid me in cash I ain't fucking with checks
I poured up that OJ, I mixed it with Gin
All my niggas was flexin they gone off that henn
Ain't have my own car, I was pushing that benz
I fuck with this girl, Now I'm fucking her twin
Who am I ?
Dollar sign, Dollar sign, No
TeZ
I start a new trend every time I switch clothes
I start a new trend every time I switch Flows
I might die and come back, just to pull up in that ghost
Oh
I swear it must be something in my water
Cause niggas threw shade and I came back harder
That Jesus piece, Rose Gold, Flex, Ben Baller
I was sonin' fuck niggas I ain't have no father
Beast
[Chorus]
And I just keep stackin' my dough
I poured up that lean I'm out cold
I got all these hoes at my shows
Their shirts lift like butterfly doors
And I Just keep stackin' my dough
I might put that benzo on 4's
I might put my teeth back on golds
So I can flex on all my foes
All of my niggas is zonin'
All of my bitches is cold
All of my clothes are Designer
All of my Jewelry is gold
I just lost 3 or 4 bankrolls
Yo fuck it ill make me some more
And I just keep jacking my price up
But I got the shit for the low
[Breakdown]
I got that shit for the low
I might need that lean by the case
I pass all my blunts to these hoes
And they take them straight to the face
I brought them rich hoes to the hood
Yo they've never seen that before
The squad wasn't wasting no time with these bitches
They focused on getting that dough
[Verse 2]
I fell asleep in every class, I was dreaming about a lambo
Crusin in that benz it got handles
I was working overtime trying to make it out the hood
If you fucking with my dough then I'm rambo
I was wearing all them carrots on me they thought
That my shit was fake
Last year I didn't have two dollars, I came back in bathing ape
Had all my homies dozing off that lean
Plus I had them bitches off a bean
My chick was bad look like she out a magazine
Out here tryna get it with my team
[Chorus]
And I just keep stackin' my dough
I poured up that lean I'm out cold
I got all these hoes at my shows
Their shirts lift like butterfly doors
And I Just keep stackin' my dough
I might put that benzo on 4's
I might put my teeth back on golds
So I can flex on all my foes
All of my niggas is zonin'
All of my bitches is cold
All of my clothes are Designer
All of my Jewelry is gold
I just lost 3 or 4 bankrolls
Yo fuck it ill make me some more
And I just keep jacking my price up
But I got the shit for the low