Wiz of Oz lyrics

[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I f*cked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, b*tch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I f*ck 'round beat all of the odds

[Verse 1]
I smoke way too much green can’t feel my eyes
All this green, money on me I’m tryna meet the Wizard of Oz
You know it’s all black my fit
I do codeine pink for all my diamonds
Everything I do so damn fresh, I love it, I think it’s timeless
I couldn’t do this sh*t no sooner but I think that it’s perfect timing
All my water go monsoon and all thеse n*ggas wave ridin’
Huh, I get cash еveryday, you’d think it was consignment
Huh, top floor player sh*t, lil' baby, you know he fye
Here you can live your fantasy, lil' b*tch just close your eyes
Money make a n*gga think twice
Money make a n*gga change his mind
Money make a b*tch think twice
Money make a hoe change her mind
I gotta rewind it, huh, live it one more time
I gotta pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up one more time
I gotta roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up one more time
I gotta cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out one more time
I got cash that’s in my money
I got cash that’s in my freak, that money, when she wanna go spend money
I got so much money, I spend that money when I wanna go spend money
[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I f*cked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts, and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, b*tch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I f*ck 'round beat all of the odds

[Verse 2]
Diamonds brighter than stars, I touchdown, lil' b*tch I’m on Mars
I keep pourin' codeine, she ridin' me, no handlebars
I do Balenciaga, I don't shop at no mall
I do everything private, we don't post where we are
I got three different phones and yes, your hoe text ‘em all
I got three different, I got three different pointer chains
Three different plain jane b*tches, but yeah they head insane
I don’t like commercial plane n*gga, need to go private plane
I don’t like no cheap designer n*gga, don’t do Helmut Lang

[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I f*cked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts, and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, b*tch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I f*ck 'round beat all of the odds
[Outro]
(Diamonds brighter than stars, I touchdown, lil' b*tch I’m on Mars)