112718 (feat. Tsuni & Mr. Studio) Video (MV)

I throw that cash on her back cause that ass fat
You just throwin' cash cause your bitch drive a hatchback
We sippin' wine at the dinin' table While I'm hitting the pine I know that my mind is able to create rhymes for the finest labels
In the basement covered with pavement is where I made shit
Every night I'm getting wasted Couple J's to the face got my brain split
Wakin' up with a bitch I ain't met yet Baking up with a bitch I ain't met yet
I call an Uber that's the best bet Cause no bitches in the house equals less stress
And I'm all about less stress
I hit the gando like it was Rambo and all of a sudden I'm stressed less
Just when she thinkin' she done I put that ass through a stress test
Workin'
I watch you workin' while I'm burnin'
Twerkin'
I watch you twerkin' while you workin'
I think they heard of me
Cause my house came with security
They never worried about it
They never worried about me
Ima live it to a hundred
Keep stuntin' while I'm runnin'
She a bad bitch runnin'
But I'm a bad boy huntin'
Yeah
I'm thinkin' time to meet
She wanna ride with me, while we ride the beat
Tellin' me I'm a G
Callin' my phone up
She wanna come over
Yeah, she wanna come over hey
Ridin' a wave so goddamn big
All of my friends stay around me cause I'm that lit
All the bitches keep comin' it ain't even summer yet
Ima get you where I want you
Cause I know that you want me to give it
Keep sendin' me pictures when I'm gone
I'ma be home in a minute so we can get it goin'
We in the zone
You and me, make a team
Couldn't ask for a better ass thing
Ain't nothing better
That ass is so sick it be under the weather
My flow is the shit
She ridin' me cause I deserved all of this
Chain drippin' like you took a sniff
Yellow gold, I just took a piss
I'm not a sweet lick
Charles Bronson, you must got a death wish
I see you tryin' to tip them scales
We gon' wear the feather with the fish
Forty weigh two pounds
But it's heavy with the clip
I'm like Pharrell with the clips
I grind harder than a bitch, its
Plenty more you can get, if
You take more of a risk
Life's worth more than a brick, she a queen
She more than a bitch
All dogs go to heaven
We can play fetch with the stick
I swear that I'm lit
Lit like a wick
Your girl keep callin' me
I ain't even tell her to pick
She want the house with the fence
Blew out her back, it was tence
She mumblin' not makin' no sense
Her legs keep on shaking again
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