Why you talking shit, yeah you still is broke
Im'a rich boy I need the baddest hoe
Talking really sweet, you already know
Keep talking shit we let 40's go
Rolling up this pack yeah, we blowing smoke
Haters talk shit know its all a joke, cause if they for real we is sliding bro
We is mob deep, hell nah we ain't hoes
I ain't took for granted yeah, we shoot in rows
You is smoking grams, I am sparking more
Gotta bad bitch reaching for her toes
Got like 10 hoes keep it on the low
You a hoe bitch yeah, don't call me bro
I am talking facts you already know, yuh you already know
Freaky little bitch yeah, she riding me like Texas
Ain't no Ferrari but I'm pushing in that Lexus
All these sins, but I'm counting all these blessings
Can't f*ck with us, guess you learned your lesson
Hoping out that Benz, all you see Balenciaga
Swerving me that coupe with that Fendi and the Prada
Moving all these bricks, you can call me little Osama
Yes I'm staying solo you can move on with that drama
Look at my bank account, that shit got extra comas
If you wanna play, you can get hit with the llama
Bitch I'm speaking facts and that's word up to my momma yeah
That's word up to my momma
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Why you talking shit, yeah you still is broke
Im'a rich boy I need the baddest hoe
Talking really sweet, you already know
Keep talking shit we let 40's go
Rolling up this pack yeah, we blowing smoke
Haters talk shit know its all a joke, cause if they for real we is sliding bro
We is mob deep, hell nah we ain't hoes
I ain't took for granted yeah, we shoot in rows
You is smoking grams, I am sparking more
Gotta bad bitch reaching for her toes
Got like 10 hoes keep it on the low
You a hoe bitch yeah, don't call me bro
I am talking facts you already know, yuh you already know
Freaky little bitch yeah, she riding me like Texas
Ain't no Ferrari but I'm pushing in that Lexus
All these sins, but I'm counting all these blessings
Can't f*ck with us, guess you learned your lesson
Hoping out that Benz, all you see Balenciaga
Swerving me that coupe with that Fendi and the Prada
Moving all these bricks, you can call me little Osama
Yes I'm staying solo you can move on with that drama
Look at my bank account, that shit got extra comas
If you wanna play, you can get hit with the llama
Bitch I'm speaking facts and that's word up to my momma yeah
That's word up to my momma
Im'a rich boy I need the baddest hoe
Talking really sweet, you already know
Keep talking shit we let 40's go
Rolling up this pack yeah, we blowing smoke
Haters talk shit know its all a joke, cause if they for real we is sliding bro
We is mob deep, hell nah we ain't hoes
I ain't took for granted yeah, we shoot in rows
You is smoking grams, I am sparking more
Gotta bad bitch reaching for her toes
Got like 10 hoes keep it on the low
You a hoe bitch yeah, don't call me bro
I am talking facts you already know, yuh you already know
Freaky little bitch yeah, she riding me like Texas
Ain't no Ferrari but I'm pushing in that Lexus
All these sins, but I'm counting all these blessings
Can't f*ck with us, guess you learned your lesson
Hoping out that Benz, all you see Balenciaga
Swerving me that coupe with that Fendi and the Prada
Moving all these bricks, you can call me little Osama
Yes I'm staying solo you can move on with that drama
Look at my bank account, that shit got extra comas
If you wanna play, you can get hit with the llama
Bitch I'm speaking facts and that's word up to my momma yeah
That's word up to my momma
Writer: Luhh Rojas
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