Phone & a Gmail - Iamsu!

IPhone and a Gmail

Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s

Selling clothes overseas now

Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me

Oh, they was hating on me

But it won’t work

They lining up for Jordans

No, that’s my concert

I said I need it in my life

Them big face hunnids

If she don’t let me hit, I’ma make her shake something

I gotta get that work

My bills through that roof

I got big baller habits plus I need a new coup

Still pull up in that hoop

Ball like I’m shootin' hoops

Said you can’t make it from the bay, I’m the living proof

All these fake people in my way

Disappearing «poof»

Do the show

Next day to the bank stacking up my loot

I’m more of a Maloof

I’m contemplating millions

Independent till' ten million

Tryna get it, tell them hit me on my

IPhone and a Gmail

Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s

Selling clothes overseas now

Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me

Living what I rap out my tour bus, my trap house

I was out in Denver smoking killa, but I’m back now

Always on a mission, on the road to that bread

I need rollies on my wrist, I need wifey in my bed

Pockets on Uncle Phil, I can’t fuck with Uncle Sam

On these big ass stages, showing people who I am

When I say «I am», ya’ll say «Su»

This is chess not checkers, they be watching all my moves

2 o’clock breakfast, I’ve been grinding all night

Warfield sold out, I’m in all white

The type of shit I like lemon chicken, fried rice

Gamed up, laced up like my shoes tied tight

Hit my

IPhone and a Gmail

Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s

Selling clothes over seas now

Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me