Orange, Pt. 2

Rockin' that orange
From head to my toes
Always surrounded
By all of my bros
Say that they do it
I know that they don’t
Ice on me like
A mothafuckin' cone
Bitch I won’t stop
Till the day that I’m known
I love the money
It call up my phone
Blue racks out the back
Get yo' bitchass gone
Money bitch LaFamilia
She say that she love me
She don’t look familiar
Ridin' round in a two seater
Orange seats in a blue beamer
Think they made me
But I don’t need 'em
Don’t fuck with me
I don’t like you either
Bad bitch, yeah she a eater
(She a eater)
All of my niggas we glow
All of my niggas on go
You know how it goes
Stacking' that dough
Icy, I feel like a pole
Jesus he gold
All of you niggas so low
Money that’s all that I know
They call me the G.O.A.T
(They call me the G.O.A.T)
Rockin' that orange
From head to my toes
Always surrounded
By all of my bros
Say that they do it
I know that they don’t
Ice on me like
A mothafuckin' cone
Bitch I won’t stop
Till the day that I’m known
I love the money
It call up my phone
Blue racks out the back
Get yo' bitchass gone