Surf - No Auto Lyrics

Don't need no auto tune they so proud of me they prada me
I woke up might go back to sleep i feel like im a prophecy
I got mindless behavior attitude call me prodigy

Dior dior dior
He depressed he eyeore
Snatch his wig doing like igor
What the hell you mad at me for?

Diamonds on my wrist
They shine so bright i cant even see yours
Money started small i had to feed it made it eat more
The hundreds blue depression
Money counter lessons
They coming in handy when im counting up my blessing

Ricky for the summer
I got yeezy for the winter
I got bitches from toronto flying out to get some dinner

I was really in the trap
You just a rat you master splinter
My old bitches coming back right now they see that im that nigga

Fuck that autotune done need it
Chrome heart feel like jesus
I got opps thats watching me still
My whole team like an allegiance

If i showed you my account right now
I swear you wont believe it
Had to double check my balance cause the first time i aint see it

I fucked that check up got it bleeding
Fuck that tesla want a beamer
Sent a text shoulda deleted
Dont need a cosign or a feature

My new shorty out in CA
I still got shooters in the VA
I aint never had no gucci
But i still be in the EA

Get that money bitch i spend it
Credit card no limit
Post up like im jordan
You cant knock me off my pivot

I dont do no beefing
I dont wanna talk it out
Pull up on your block with glockies out
Come see what this glock about

I dont smoke OG no more got zaza in this darker stout
Come thru east atlanta leave this bitch with all your pockets out

From morland to decatur
Got pressure for my haters
The QP touching down
Got zips of different flavors

I really want saweetie but jack harlow beat me to it
I need to do a track with drizzy nike tech on me just do it

Got a check on me i blew it
She so bad but she so stupid
She so easily influenced
Get chanel and she gon lose it

If you really getting money fuck you talking for go prove it
On my body it say ruined
My new balance keep me moving

Shooter get to shooting
This your life you choose it
Coulda stuck to jugging
Instead i stuck to music

Kicking in them doors
Don't nobody make a movement
Lighter on my dresser baby don't you make me use it