White and Green lyrics

(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Chorus (Future)
I make the b*tch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as jay z
Everywhere I go b*tches call me a king
Count so much money got a brand new machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the vein
FN (?) like a agency
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil frеak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoе in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines

(Verse 1)
Purchase my [?] for my guillotines
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain’t never seen
Pourin it up like it’s caffeine
Came out the gutter word up to my mother, I came out the gutter told magazine
Strapped in the field for the causally stand in the field, and you I’m not a athlete
Benjamin Franklin done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, it done got in my pours
Surfin Australia surfin America surfin nastalia I’m surfin Dior
Rich n*gga f*ck the b*tch just like I’m pour
Stars in the ceiling rolls Royce in the floor
(Stars in the ceiling rolls royce on the floor)
Chorus (future)
I make the b*tch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as jay z
Everywhere I go b*tches call me a king
Count so much money got a brand new machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the vein
FN (?) like a agency
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil freak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoe in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines

(Verse 2 Yo Gotti)
I’m true to the game I’ve never been lame I got her a rolls truck ice out her chain
Put dirt on my name I’ll knock out ya plane I’m burning ahead in that new mulsane
These ain’t Bugattis they emerald cuts
Got a new b*tch she a bouji lil sl*t
Ain’t no meeting wit me unless the millions and up
Ain’t kicking it wit me less the b*tch wanna f*ck
Had choppas in the band though you already know that
Ask about me know somewhere where your hoe at
Ten Mil throw back
And you know it’s f*ck 12 gotta know that
I make da b*tch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought a birkin I bought the bikinis
This Patek a 1 of 1 you never seen it
Chorus (Future)
I make the b*tch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as jay z
Everywhere I go b*tches call me a king
Count so much money got a brand new machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the vein
FN (?) like a agency
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil freak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoe in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines