Too much I had to get in her mentions
Another lil bitch, inside of my house, she giving me hella attention
I got a pound I'm making them big moves I ain't selling no midget
You wanna try us we stay with the fire, you better know you can get it
Got a problem I slide with the sprinter
Damn my diamonds gon' shine in the winter
All of them cap boys got lil glocks I got choppas, the winner
Shine on my chain lookin like I flood this shit up with some glitter
If I think yo bitch cute I can hit her
Not the type to be taking her digits
Imma give her bout 20 more minutes
I might just chain snatch
I might just act up, you better change acts
Hop in the Porsche, you know a young nigga switch lanes fast
You know we slide and we bang that, we don't go way back
I don't want the talking talking I been making money in a Maybach
Got a 100k dollar closet, no I don't deposit Imma pay cash
And these niggas be pocket watching, keep a pocket rocket shoot your face back
He stay in that place yeah
We shoot out ya way yeah
I get them racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
Aw yeah
Brand new iced out watch, how you gon' f*ck with Reece the kid?
Grinding all up to the top, you really wish you could come in
Look at these racks I spent
New pouch wit the Gilardino print
Watch out we gon' slide with sticks
Keep an eye on me, I be going where you can't go
Money stacking bitch, it's all about that bankroll bankroll
I might hit her then I say the uber on the way hoe
I'm sorry that I f*cked your bitch ain't know she was your main hoe
You be talking all dat crazy, I might slide with dracos
I got the gang with me, they bang wit me, gon' make you pay hoe
I keep a thang with me, want smoke with me? Get out my way hoe
I gave that boy a couple of shots now he got a halo, I get them
Racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
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Too much I had to get in her mentions
Another lil bitch, inside of my house, she giving me hella attention
I got a pound I'm making them big moves I ain't selling no midget
You wanna try us we stay with the fire, you better know you can get it
Got a problem I slide with the sprinter
Damn my diamonds gon' shine in the winter
All of them cap boys got lil glocks I got choppas, the winner
Shine on my chain lookin like I flood this shit up with some glitter
If I think yo bitch cute I can hit her
Not the type to be taking her digits
Imma give her bout 20 more minutes
I might just chain snatch
I might just act up, you better change acts
Hop in the Porsche, you know a young nigga switch lanes fast
You know we slide and we bang that, we don't go way back
I don't want the talking talking I been making money in a Maybach
Got a 100k dollar closet, no I don't deposit Imma pay cash
And these niggas be pocket watching, keep a pocket rocket shoot your face back
He stay in that place yeah
We shoot out ya way yeah
I get them racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
Aw yeah
Brand new iced out watch, how you gon' f*ck with Reece the kid?
Grinding all up to the top, you really wish you could come in
Look at these racks I spent
New pouch wit the Gilardino print
Watch out we gon' slide with sticks
Keep an eye on me, I be going where you can't go
Money stacking bitch, it's all about that bankroll bankroll
I might hit her then I say the uber on the way hoe
I'm sorry that I f*cked your bitch ain't know she was your main hoe
You be talking all dat crazy, I might slide with dracos
I got the gang with me, they bang wit me, gon' make you pay hoe
I keep a thang with me, want smoke with me? Get out my way hoe
I gave that boy a couple of shots now he got a halo, I get them
Racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
Another lil bitch, inside of my house, she giving me hella attention
I got a pound I'm making them big moves I ain't selling no midget
You wanna try us we stay with the fire, you better know you can get it
Got a problem I slide with the sprinter
Damn my diamonds gon' shine in the winter
All of them cap boys got lil glocks I got choppas, the winner
Shine on my chain lookin like I flood this shit up with some glitter
If I think yo bitch cute I can hit her
Not the type to be taking her digits
Imma give her bout 20 more minutes
I might just chain snatch
I might just act up, you better change acts
Hop in the Porsche, you know a young nigga switch lanes fast
You know we slide and we bang that, we don't go way back
I don't want the talking talking I been making money in a Maybach
Got a 100k dollar closet, no I don't deposit Imma pay cash
And these niggas be pocket watching, keep a pocket rocket shoot your face back
He stay in that place yeah
We shoot out ya way yeah
I get them racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
Aw yeah
Brand new iced out watch, how you gon' f*ck with Reece the kid?
Grinding all up to the top, you really wish you could come in
Look at these racks I spent
New pouch wit the Gilardino print
Watch out we gon' slide with sticks
Keep an eye on me, I be going where you can't go
Money stacking bitch, it's all about that bankroll bankroll
I might hit her then I say the uber on the way hoe
I'm sorry that I f*cked your bitch ain't know she was your main hoe
You be talking all dat crazy, I might slide with dracos
I got the gang with me, they bang wit me, gon' make you pay hoe
I keep a thang with me, want smoke with me? Get out my way hoe
I gave that boy a couple of shots now he got a halo, I get them
Racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run 'round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil bitch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa's on his lap, yeah
Writer: Bryan Reis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid