[ Featuring
42 Dugg ]
Man, f*ck that bitch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that's for Kenny, lil' bitch
Stop postin' these niggas that's dead if we did it
I'm pullin' up red cup shawty
Killin' my haters, these niggas not dead enough for me
I don't want your bitch, lil' shawty ain't slick
She don't lick, she don't suck or give head enough for me
I got these big ass rocks
Flew her to the city, f*cked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot
Thick-ass top
Slidin' my tip in a rich-ass slick-ass mop
All of my niggas, we buckin', I don't even know the word duckin'
Bitch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna f*ck, too scary to touch it
Put black in her tunnel, I'm Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I'm ballin' on niggas
That's payback to payback on all of my bitches
I make them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on niggas
Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
Hit 'em both and didn't know they looked like twins
(Ho-holy f*ck, I just f*cked off her bredrin)
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talkin' when it's lit, bitch, shut the f*ck up
(F*ck with me)
Bitch get off my dick (ho)
Rich young nigga still turnt from the 6
Told y'all I could make a mil', I'm big youngin
Money, three in hunnids (no cap)
F*ck her, f*ck her, once I get the head, it's f*ck her
Doin' this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on my neck, new money
To get a Richard Mille, nothin' less than two hundred
Young dawg keep comin', I see you
Take somethin' from me, get left
Shit, ain't workin' out, get stretched
He ain't 'bout war, on neph'
Bankroll on me, no fraud
'Least nine hunnid in cars
Nigga, all my bitches sell large stuffin' (yeah)
F*ck her (f*ck her, f*ck her)
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talkin' when it's lit, bitch, shut the f*ck up
I don't wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, nigga, it is my time to sign
Bitch, get the f*ck out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talkin' that this and that ya-ya-ya,
Lil' bitch, it's my time to shine, man
Niggas in trouble, now they payin' me double
Fresh Air Forces, couldn't pay me to scuffle
Dead Benjamin head sittin' in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I was gettin' in a tussle
Hoppin' on the PJ, goin' out to PF
Hoppin' out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I'm young, but I could f*ck you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was gettin' money out the league
Back when Lil' P and Lil' J and Lil' Fresh was gettin' BNE and comin' out the scene
Blue bill hundreds, bitches comin' out the jeans
Blue in that booby trap, f*ck it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a nigga thumbin' through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn't in it
If you caught a nigga cheatin' then f*ck what it seem
Mojo back, bitch, ow, I might bring back Crystal
Might stop tellin' these niggas my moves, they takin' my groove
Bitch, how? Give that man back his style
That's my dawg and we still share clothes
He can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don't argue about bitches, we ain't finna fallout about hoes
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talkin' when it's lit, bitch, shut the f*ck up
