My pockets good but my bitch bad
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
After the she'll be get ignored
Partner locked he was kicking in doors
F*ck a date we can kick it indoors
Lotta knots in my pockets they sore
How you give up ya drop to whore
Being real never with came awards
Check the jeep it ain't came with no doors
Up the score putting points on the board
F*ck the hoe kick her out I was bored
Said you'd love me forever you swore
It's 200 or better I'll floor it
Down bad I just wanted it more
Look at P he turned nothing to something
Percocet get to turning my stomach
Fingers hurt I keep thumbing and thumbing
We put him in the ground with his buddy
Once a nut then go back to ya hubby
I keep rubbing these racks on her tummy
Would've stayed i ain't know she would love me
I cheated first get yo lick back
Slide with no mask yea I did that
My pockets good but my bitch bad
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
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My pockets good but my bitch bad
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
After the she'll be get ignored
Partner locked he was kicking in doors
F*ck a date we can kick it indoors
Lotta knots in my pockets they sore
How you give up ya drop to whore
Being real never with came awards
Check the jeep it ain't came with no doors
Up the score putting points on the board
F*ck the hoe kick her out I was bored
Said you'd love me forever you swore
It's 200 or better I'll floor it
Down bad I just wanted it more
Look at P he turned nothing to something
Percocet get to turning my stomach
Fingers hurt I keep thumbing and thumbing
We put him in the ground with his buddy
Once a nut then go back to ya hubby
I keep rubbing these racks on her tummy
Would've stayed i ain't know she would love me
I cheated first get yo lick back
Slide with no mask yea I did that
My pockets good but my bitch bad
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
After the she'll be get ignored
Partner locked he was kicking in doors
F*ck a date we can kick it indoors
Lotta knots in my pockets they sore
How you give up ya drop to whore
Being real never with came awards
Check the jeep it ain't came with no doors
Up the score putting points on the board
F*ck the hoe kick her out I was bored
Said you'd love me forever you swore
It's 200 or better I'll floor it
Down bad I just wanted it more
Look at P he turned nothing to something
Percocet get to turning my stomach
Fingers hurt I keep thumbing and thumbing
We put him in the ground with his buddy
Once a nut then go back to ya hubby
I keep rubbing these racks on her tummy
Would've stayed i ain't know she would love me
I cheated first get yo lick back
Slide with no mask yea I did that
My pockets good but my bitch bad
I'm touching dough with my bitch ass
We putting niggas in shit bags
If yeen got money can't hit that
She tryna ride me like six flags
Designer garments they mismatch
I ain't give her no money she pouting
He got hit come revive em he down
We get high ima smoke out the ounce
You ain't f*cking hoe get out the house
Let's get to straight to the point like a side out
We got Draco's and mops when we slide out
Creeping with opps baby don't let me find out
We gone pull up 30 deep where you hiding out
We left his brains in the street blew his mind out
He trying die bout a fee cause she mine now
She tryna eat all of me we don't dine out
Writer: Elijah Collins
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