Fantasy (feat. Offset)

(Ayo BandPlay)

Whoa, whoa

Let's go, let's go

Whoa, whoa

Let's go, let's go

Uh, uh

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

Bitch bad and bougie, she glamorous

Buy her own Gucci, Chanel when she pamperin' (nah)

You right, this shit wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (whoa)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Get to the money, keep stackin' it

Me falling off, no, I can't see that happening

Wanna see mama 'nem living happily

House in the hills, that bitch look like a factory

Run it up, I expanded my salary

Reach for these chains, turn the show to a tragedy

My grandma been sayin' I'm a masterpiece

Foot on they neck, no, these niggas can't handle me

I'm a king, yeah, they call me "Your majesty"

Gotta move smart 'cause them folks tryna hassle me

I remember when my teachers doubted me

Now I pop shit in the school and he faculty

Space coupe with no roof, see the galaxy

I hit your bitch from the back on the balcony

Uh, AR-15, it shoot rapidly

Tryna hit something, no, I'm not with the cappery (nah)

Nigga know I'm on top with the rappin' shit

Tryna knock me out my spot, I ain't havin' it

Yeah, I used to be broke, now I'm havin' it

Drip every day in they face like a mannequin

If I up, I'ma shoot, I ain't panickin'

I chase the Perc' with the Wock' tryna balance it

I fucked her and her friend

On some mummy shit, is she find out it's collateral damage (uh)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

Bitch bad and bougie, she glamorous

Buy her own Gucci, Chanel when she pamperin' (nah)

You right, this shit wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (whoa)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

Bitch bad and bougie, she glamorous

Buy her own Gucci, Chanel when she pamperin' (nah)

You right, this shit wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (whoa)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically (woo, Offset)

I see a opp and I damage him (pp)

7-62, he a pack like some cannabis (he a pack)

Private the jet when I'm landin' it (jet)

I want my money right now, I'm demandin' it (now)

I was the one on the block that was handlin'

Mama is panickin', fresh like a mannequin

Packs in the cabinet, diamonds is candlelit

Dracs with the switches, someone call the ambulance (grrah)

OG my drip like some cameras and drones

I walk out the house and I put that shit on (put it on)

Smell the cologne, Des GarÇons (guess)

Patek two-toned, that show that I'm grown (grown)

I'm having cash, I don't need a loan (cash)

Look at my bitch, see bad to the bone (bad)

Look at her wrist, she got skeleton bones (skeleton)

Four hours on, I'll spin on my own (hey)

Back to back 'Lambos and Maybachs, I'm creepin' (skirt)

She see a star, want a picture, I freeze her (freeze)

My bitch don't be fuckin' with that shit, she a diva (nah)

I know these thottie lil' bitches be evil (evil)

We send the shots like injecting a needle (bow)

Running up the hundred racks, trap like a speaker (racks)

She a bad bitch got her own, she a keeper (keeper)

Dope boy, dope boy, Forgies on a Regal (dope)

Ho' boy, you was on the field cheerleading (ho)

Five me and Richard when I walk up out a meeting (yes sir)

Five on a Richard and it's going up on media (uh)

Get it back, repeat, fuck her then delete it (go)

Pull up in a 'Ghini, man, I used to be a needy (skrrt)

Gotta get your money, but you never be greedy (racks)

Magic like a genie, I can beat it while I'm heated (beat it)

I'm heated, let the choppa sing like Aaliyah (ayy)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

Bitch bad and bougie, she glamorous

Buy her own Gucci, Chanel when she pamperin' (nah)

You right, this shit wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (whoa)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

Bitch bad and bougie, she glamorous

Buy her own Gucci, Chanel when she pamperin' (nah)

You right, this shit wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (whoa)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically