She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
Ok
Shawty get lit, oh yeah
Ricks on my feet, get a flick, oh yeah
Bitch get too close, she gonna lick me up
She smoke my dick
That lil' bitch is on me, I'ma put it right behind her
Pillows Murakami, bitch, I sleep on real designer
Rock expensive shit, I f*ck it up then go back to the mall
She said she love my fit, I'm dripped out
She can see it on my drawers
Tell her take it off
Hands and knees, she gonna crawl
Make some bread, I spent it all
Make it back again, it ain't nothing to me
She come back again right on her knees
She swallowed my kids, she thanking me
Put her on the wall like tapestry
Niggas said I'm broke, that's blasphemy
Say what you want but them niggas gonna hear me
Stones in my Cartiers, now I see clearly
Gun on my hip, why the f*ck would I fear you
Put them racks to my ear, why the f*ck would I hear you
They pay me 3K, I'ma rock out the venue
Finna hop on that stage, I'm shutting it down
King of this shit, why you question
Spent another bag, bitch, I'm flexing
All this fabric on me
She gonna put it on me
Hella hoes, they don't mean nothing
She get too close, she must want something
She get too close, I might start clutching
Bitch can't go for none
Put trust in myself
Then put trust in my gun
They thought I was down but I already won
She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
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She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
Ok
Shawty get lit, oh yeah
Ricks on my feet, get a flick, oh yeah
Bitch get too close, she gonna lick me up
She smoke my dick
That lil' bitch is on me, I'ma put it right behind her
Pillows Murakami, bitch, I sleep on real designer
Rock expensive shit, I f*ck it up then go back to the mall
She said she love my fit, I'm dripped out
She can see it on my drawers
Tell her take it off
Hands and knees, she gonna crawl
Make some bread, I spent it all
Make it back again, it ain't nothing to me
She come back again right on her knees
She swallowed my kids, she thanking me
Put her on the wall like tapestry
Niggas said I'm broke, that's blasphemy
Say what you want but them niggas gonna hear me
Stones in my Cartiers, now I see clearly
Gun on my hip, why the f*ck would I fear you
Put them racks to my ear, why the f*ck would I hear you
They pay me 3K, I'ma rock out the venue
Finna hop on that stage, I'm shutting it down
King of this shit, why you question
Spent another bag, bitch, I'm flexing
All this fabric on me
She gonna put it on me
Hella hoes, they don't mean nothing
She get too close, she must want something
She get too close, I might start clutching
Bitch can't go for none
Put trust in myself
Then put trust in my gun
They thought I was down but I already won
She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
Ok
Shawty get lit, oh yeah
Ricks on my feet, get a flick, oh yeah
Bitch get too close, she gonna lick me up
She smoke my dick
That lil' bitch is on me, I'ma put it right behind her
Pillows Murakami, bitch, I sleep on real designer
Rock expensive shit, I f*ck it up then go back to the mall
She said she love my fit, I'm dripped out
She can see it on my drawers
Tell her take it off
Hands and knees, she gonna crawl
Make some bread, I spent it all
Make it back again, it ain't nothing to me
She come back again right on her knees
She swallowed my kids, she thanking me
Put her on the wall like tapestry
Niggas said I'm broke, that's blasphemy
Say what you want but them niggas gonna hear me
Stones in my Cartiers, now I see clearly
Gun on my hip, why the f*ck would I fear you
Put them racks to my ear, why the f*ck would I hear you
They pay me 3K, I'ma rock out the venue
Finna hop on that stage, I'm shutting it down
King of this shit, why you question
Spent another bag, bitch, I'm flexing
All this fabric on me
She gonna put it on me
Hella hoes, they don't mean nothing
She get too close, she must want something
She get too close, I might start clutching
Bitch can't go for none
Put trust in myself
Then put trust in my gun
They thought I was down but I already won
She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer
You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China
VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her
That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter
Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider
That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer
And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna
Writer: Christopher Jones
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