Houstons Video (MV)

(Ayy, bitch oh well
I can't tell
Bitch I'm eatin' good
For real for real)
Like young Odell
Oh yeah
Think I'm greenin' out,
But shit oh well
Should I drive the foreign to clubs
Or work? Man I can't tell
Been feeding the bank
I'm catching the plays
Like young Odell
And you better stop posting that hoe
My slime hit her in a hotel
Piped up in this bitch,
I'm too litty
Big tables with all of my niggas
Okay wait, I got a few bitches
But please don't go tellin' my woman
I don't f*ck with hookah
I don't smoke tobacco,
I only use gas when I'm in it
And lately been getting too skinny
Pull up to Houstons for dinner
(Woo, yeah, yeah)
Billie Jean, she not my bitch
She posting about me
Not rolling around me
I swear she's a fan of the kid
I'm from Gwinnett County
But livin' in South Beach
Y'all never gonna live how I live
Running low on the fetti to spend
So I'm dropping to make it again
It's up
Folks wasn't showing no love
But nowadays they hit me up
It's sad as f*ck
I need a RiRi or something
Or else I ain't falling in love
That's all I want
Guess you could say that I'm picky
But it ain't a bitch that can tempt me
Not that much
A nigga been gettin' too busy,
I'm out doing shows in the city
It's so fun
And I went and copped me a Monclair,
Turned around, sold it today
I needed flicks for the gram for real,
But it's 85 in the A
It's 90 degrees in Miami
But I ain't just here for the waves
Okay
And I'm gettin' work in
With Sai and Wave
Y'all can not keep up to pace for real
Think I'm greenin' out,
But shit oh well
Should I drive the foreign to clubs
Or work? Man I can't tell
Been feeding the bank
I'm catching the plays
Like young Odell
And you better stop posting that hoe
My slime hit her in a hotel
Piped up in this bitch,
I'm too litty
Big tables with all of my niggas
Okay wait, I got a few bitches
But please don't go tellin' my woman
I don't f*ck with hookah
I don't smoke tobacco,
I only use gas when I'm in it
And lately been getting too skinny
Pull up to Houstons for dinner
(Woo, yeah, yeah)
OMG new foreign whip!
You said I couldn't do it
So you won't get shit
Got damn
Shorty been ran through for real
But she lookin' bad
And I'm still going in
Got damn
I blocked this little shorty,
No chill
Because she said she'd top me
But I couldn't hit
Got damn
I think of the old days I miss
Back when I was trappin'
To pay for a rent
Got damn
And I'm never taking advice
From niggas that know
They could not tell me shit
Got damn
And you said I won't
Amount to nothing, explain
Why my mouth all inside of
Your bitch right now
My brudda charged 80 an eighth
On this dummy
I guess that he was taxing the rich
Got damn
And can't no rapper top my shit
Right now
That's right bitch it's CJB
2k on my teeth
This shit shines when you see me
I skip lines for VIP
I don't like when bitches speak
Just like when they take dick
But I don't like misogyny
Just trying to get some peace
Bitch, got damn
Think I'm greenin' out,
But shit oh well
Should I drive the foreign to clubs
Or work? Man I can't tell
Been feeding the bank
I'm catching the plays
Like young Odell
And you better stop posting that hoe
My slime hit her in a hotel
Piped up in this bitch,
I'm too litty
Big tables with all of my niggas
Okay wait, I got a few bitches
But please don't go tellin' my woman
I don't f*ck with hookah
I don't smoke tobacco,
I only use gas when I'm in it
And lately been getting too skinny
Pull up to Houstons for dinner
(Woo, yeah, yeah)