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Yeah

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
White double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her

Talking about money, nigga, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, nigga, loading my pistol
All the drugs been f*cking up my system (f*cking up my system)
All these niggas some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young nigga, I been boolin' f*cking all these niggas' sisters
Really been tired and niggas, if I see another opp I'm tell my slime go get them
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shawty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drink 'cause them Perks make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we got run down, it's a stick up

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
The white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her

Talking about money, nigga, I go get it
Cut the fake niggas out my pictures
Bought my new bitch Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want she can get
'Cause I get paid, lil' nigga, no, I'm not tricking
My brand new Glock hold a fifty
All these bitches in the way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pouring up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shawty kissing all on my face, she said she ain't ate all day, now she pulling my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on me, in my safe, lil' shawty, but I'm not cripping
All these nigga keep on playing games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference
Shawty said don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do it hate, ion listen, I look in the mirror I'm still that nigga (huh)
Still getting rich, and all my clothes cost way more than that nigga (yeah)
I'm talking about that whole nigga (yeah)
My clothes cost a whole bitch (yeah)
You walk in my closet, you see new designer and a whole bunch of old shit (yeah)
If you walk in my spots see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks (yeah)
These nigga tryna act like they knew me back then but these niggas don't know me (yeah)
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, man

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
The white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day, in a brand new city I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her
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Yeah

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
White double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her

Talking about money, nigga, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, nigga, loading my pistol
All the drugs been f*cking up my system (f*cking up my system)
All these niggas some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young nigga, I been boolin' f*cking all these niggas' sisters
Really been tired and niggas, if I see another opp I'm tell my slime go get them
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shawty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drink 'cause them Perks make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we got run down, it's a stick up

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
The white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her

Talking about money, nigga, I go get it
Cut the fake niggas out my pictures
Bought my new bitch Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want she can get
'Cause I get paid, lil' nigga, no, I'm not tricking
My brand new Glock hold a fifty
All these bitches in the way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pouring up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shawty kissing all on my face, she said she ain't ate all day, now she pulling my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on me, in my safe, lil' shawty, but I'm not cripping
All these nigga keep on playing games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference
Shawty said don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do it hate, ion listen, I look in the mirror I'm still that nigga (huh)
Still getting rich, and all my clothes cost way more than that nigga (yeah)
I'm talking about that whole nigga (yeah)
My clothes cost a whole bitch (yeah)
You walk in my closet, you see new designer and a whole bunch of old shit (yeah)
If you walk in my spots see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks (yeah)
These nigga tryna act like they knew me back then but these niggas don't know me (yeah)
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, man

All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and f*ck me, it is what it is
Talking 'bout fly shit, that all I'm kicking
I get money, I'm about them digits
Going James Bond, completing this mission
The white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping
Got bad bitches showing they titties
I take a flight every other day, in a brand new city I'm going missing
F*cked her once, now, I think I miss her
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Writer: Arman Andican, Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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