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Ag Beats - Infinity Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Jay Critch hood fave
Stupid
Loui-Louis, you nasty
Talk Money gang
Hey!

[Chorus]
I'm mixin' up the designer
Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her
I put the gang in the diamonds
I get it fast like McDonalds
I'm sippin' lean for my energy
Try and be the boss, you could never be
Fake friends, they turn into enemies
I gotta pour up the Hennessy
I gotta roll up the Jattic
Niggas mad, but they don't want no static
Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic
New bag, blew it all on my fabric
I need the Bentley truck
Where you at, on my way to the bucks
She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck
Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck
[Verse 1]
Ayy, lotta choppers, nigga you better duck
And I'm ballin', wit' a lotta ice, like I went with the puck
And she callin', but that bitch is dumb, said she fallin' in love
You niggas is stallin', I was gettin' to it, now I'm countin' it up
I need a Range no Infiniti
I seen that little bitch into me
My money go to infinity
Gucci on me, it's from Italy
I mix the Gucci with Louis V
That money told me that she true to me
I got that money, now she chewin' me
I got the Balmains from the [?] jeans

[Chorus]
I'm mixin' up the designer
Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her
I put the gang in the diamonds
I get it fast like McDonalds
I'm sippin' lean for my energy
Try and be the boss, you could never be
Fake friends, they turn into enemies
I gotta pour up the Hennessy
I gotta roll up the Jattic
Niggas mad, but they don't want no static
Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic
New bag, blew it all on my fabric
I need the Bentley truck
Where you at, on my way to the bucks
She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck
Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck
[Verse 2]
Pull up in a Ghost
It ain't funny, broke is a joke
Water on me, that chain on me float
She all in my face, she doin' the most
Smoke out the O
If it's smoke, my niggas on go
I hit a jugg, like 3 in a row
I'm in the hood with 730
Hood fave, had a good day, bitch I'm gettin' the dough
[?], had to switch lanes, now I put on a show
Need a new Wraith, fuck an I8, can't [?] a ho
Get some cake, see a new face, niggas actin' like bros

[Chorus]
I'm mixin' up the designer
Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her
I put the gang in the diamonds
I get it fast like McDonalds
I'm sippin' lean for my energy
Try and be the boss, you could never be
Fake friends, they turn into enemies
I gotta pour up the Hennessy
I gotta roll up the Jattic
Niggas mad, but they don't want no static
Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic
New bag, blew it all on my fabric
I need the Bentley truck
Where you at, on my way to the bucks
She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck
Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck