Fan/Burger lyrics

[Intro]
God damn Trgc (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Chorus]
Woke up, put a Cartier on my wrist
Put a Cartier on my b*tch
Boy, you ain't never took no risk
Can't live life like this
Shooters in the bush and they shooting your sh*t
Lame ass n*gga ain't flip no brick
b*tch started twerking then split on the di*k
Look at the diamonds, they hit on my wrist
Pablo just called for the bricks
North Carolina, boy, I'm from the sticks
Took a couple risks, now I'm out of that b*tch
(Out of that b*tch, out of that b*tch)
Pulled up on your b*tch, got that head then I dipped
Boy walking around with them pockets on skimp
Crashed the Cayenne off the Tosei then limped
(Then limped, then limped)
Rolls Royce, feel the rain when the weather ain't meant
b*tch's lil' breath stank, need a mint
Pockets so fat, gotta walk with a limp
Walk up in the mall and a fan want a pic
Walk up in the mall and your b*tch want a pic
'Cause she see the diamonds on my wrist
She know you ain't getting her sh*t
[Verse]
And I heard your music is sh*t (sh*t)
Boy can't sell out no shows
I just caught with too poles
I said f*ck that court though
Still finna drive the C8 with the butterfly doors
I'm on the run, I'll shoot you though
Doo-doo-doo-doo then I take your ho
Working a 9-to-5 flipping the burger
Lame ass kid, he a fan, he a burger

[Chorus]
Woke up, put a Cartier on my wrist
Put a Cartier on my b*tch
Boy, you ain't never took no risk
Can't live life like this
Shooters in the bush and they shooting your sh*t
Lame ass n*gga ain't flip no brick
b*tch started twerking then split on the di*k
Look at the diamonds, they hit on my wrist
Pablo just called for the bricks
North Carolina, boy, I'm from the sticks
Took a couple risks, now I'm out of that b*tch
(Out of that b*tch, out of that b*tch)
Pulled up on your b*tch, got that head then I dipped
Boy walking around with them pockets on skimp
Crashed the Cayenne off the Tosei then limped
(Then limped, then limped)
Rolls Royce, feel the rain when the weather ain't meant
b*tch's lil' breath stank, need a mint
Pockets so fat, gotta walk with a limp
Walk up in the mall and a fan want a pic
Walk up in the mall and your b*tch want a pic
'Cause she see the diamonds on my wrist
She know you ain't getting her sh*t