Dead Presidents Songtext

These boys, they all over me, swear that they hang off my coattails
I took a flight to the moon, my new coupe is all green and blue, just to look like the Benjamins
I drive too fast in thе coupe, this thing's control I might lose, I might leavе a fender bent
These boys, they be watchin', wishin' they me, cause they'd talk to the famous, like Letterman
Even when I'm all alone, it still feel like somebody watchin', I think it's the dead presidents
Even though they know there's no one like me, they still keep on using these precedents
That boy was talkin' mad shit on the gram, we posted up and he bein' too hesitant
You say that you got the money, my brotha you don't got the money and that shit is evident
My house surrounded by famous celebrities, know that my house on the hills, money residence

Don't make me bring up the past, you been an opp for a while, now you scared
Glock finna bust in your shit, finna bust in your bitch, know my Glock is a player
Feels like everyone tell, I'm startin' to realize, real is rare
I cannot trust anyone with the money, that boy is green like a pear
My house is big, got the rides in the front and the block, my garage like a fair
Goin' too fast in my lil hellcat, hit a lil bump and we gettin' air
My Glock gon' explode, the barrel real bright, that shit like a flare
My hood is getting accepted from town, my presidents tellin' me, "run for the mayor"
How you talk shit lil bitch? Know your parents didn't plan, you was a pregnancy scare
And I got the banzo the bands, got no room in my wallet, got a few I can spare My coupe all black on the outside, with white on the inside, and it got reclining chairs
Fly in the G5 across the whole country cause I done got big and said, "muhfuck the road, I take air"
Know that my hellcat all red with the black on the trim, and the forgiato rims, huh
Know I can call up my brothas and say it's 'bout time for you to get hit, uh huh
1CEY my bro, we pull up in the rolls, and he look like a king steppin' into the mall
Diamonds all rainbow, they look like they yellow and red and the green and they look like some leaves in the fall

That boy in the trap, he talk over WhatsApp, when I spin his block, sendin' shots to his email
He talkin' shit 'bout my bitch, I went to the club and I left with his female
I got exclusive drip, this shit can't be purchased through retail
These boys, they all over me, swear that they hang off my coattails
I took a flight to the moon, my new coupe is all green and blue, just to look like the Benjamins
I drive too fast in the coupe, this thing's control I might lose, I might leave a fender bent
These boys, they be watchin', wishin' they me, cause they'd talk to the famous, like Letterman
Even when I'm all alone, it still feel like somebody watchin', I think it's the dead presidents
Even though they know there's no one like me, they still keep on using these precedents
That boy was talkin' mad shit on the gram, we posted up and he bein' too hesitant
You say that you got the money, my brotha you don't got the money and that shit is evident
My house surrounded by famous celebrities, know that my house on the hills, money residence