Apex lyrics

[Intro]
All of this money, b*tch

[Chorus]
All of this money, b*tch, I'm tryna double it
Millies up, tryna hit me another lick
Diamonds bussin' like we in the club with it
Dirtied my pipe, had to get me another stick
Carat, my neck and my wrist on some other sh*t
Hundred K and I'm drippin', I love the Rick
You do right, I do right, I'ma love the trick
Just 'cause I bought her somethin' don't mean I love the b*tch

[Verse]
I took some time off to chill
Seven figures, sixteen, got a deal
You don't like me, boy, f*ck how you feel
Thirty-four in the chamber, I feel like O'Neal
I might pop me a Perc', I don't pop me no Xanny
Stay on point 'cause I know they wan' jam me
Superstar, but they know where that tan be
Never no lettin' up, put that on granny
I ain't gon' do it, I knew he was family
Booby Trap, we gon' f*ck up Miami
Diamonds bussin', five hundred my neck
b*tches like, "What the heck?" That sh*t lookin' like candy
Ever since back I was young, I knew I would go dumb
And have n*ggas try doubt what I can be
Rap had to work, b*tch, it wasn't no plan B
I could do boba, today I go shandy
King of my city, no Dummy, he different
I do not f*ck with rappers, they be trippin'
I do not care for them to understand me
I had your b*tch last night, she was lickin'
That b*tch some fire, 9 to 10, I'm rippin'
She screamin', "Slide me, daddy," while I'm clippin'
f*ck she gon' curve me for? She know I'm drippin'
I nut on her face and told her keep on sippin'
Shoot like Scottie Pippen, f*ck her, then I'm dippin'
f*ck 'em n*ggas, better not ever catch 'em slippin'
f*ck 'em n*ggas if you f*ckin' with the opps
I won't be your homie, you can see this Glock
Violence need to stop, I be tryna chill
That's why I got all these carats on me still
Really after mills, still gotta be ill
Finally out my deal, no, this ain't a drilll
Made it out the field, why he buggin' still? (Boom)
Money make her wet, bet she let me kill
Came up from nothin', retarded how my diamonds bussin'
Two milli', the setup is real
Throw that sh*t back, I just wan' see you clap and keep clappin' it
Singles gon' stop if you chill
[Chorus]
All of this money, b*tch, I'm tryna double it
Millies up, tryna hit me another lick
Diamonds bussin' like we in the club with it
Dirtied my pipe, had to get me another stick
Carat, my neck and my wrist on some other sh*t
Hundred K and I'm drippin', I love the Rick
You do right, I do right, I'ma love the trick
Just 'cause I bought her somethin' don't mean I love the b*tch