[ Featuring Ace ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah Yeah, yeah
She wanna smoke the Biscotti
She wanna drink the Moscato (Yeah)
She wanna touch on my body
Think this bitch just hit the lotto
I got to get it bag pronto, Pape over Bitches
That P-O-B Motto
I know niggas selling product in bulk
For real, shi lookin' like Costco
Can't make time for a bitch I don't need
Drugs help me grieve, I feel like a fiend
I don't know what's in the car, I can't stop for police
She beggin' me please, I tell her to leave
Bitch, I'm too P, it is what it is
I detox and relapse, it's just how I live
Capsule of pills, that money flowin' through my hand , Only time that I feel
Wonderin' what I'ma do
Shout out my dog man his trap hit the roof
I spend me some blues, get back in the booth,
I talk about shit I go through
Yeah
Can you tell me you love me
Paper chase, tell me you comin'
I don't do too tuff with running, for money, I will
She wanna smoke the Biscotti
She wanna drink the Moscato (Yeah)
She wanna touch on my body
Think this bitch just hit the lotto
I got to get it bag pronto, Pape over Bitches
That P-O-B Motto
I know niggas selling product in bulk
For real, shi lookin' like Costco
