Smoking on strong, money long, we reason Probably my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian Met this bad broad, she was curvy Sipped out in the middle of the day I early Balling in the middle of the trap, we ain't Middle finger up to the and I'm smirking Bring your 'cause you know my gang with me Drop the top on the car, let the breathe Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Commas, commas, commas, commas, cashing We time and time and time and time and time and time
I told my "You know what I need From you I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a triple and a phone So I can a storm like I usually do"
Banging with my friends, that's Soo-woo Calico spit a Uzi do You'll be so hard to when you're Hit up from your arms to your and still bleeding All my niggas children of the corn Stephen King, I met this she was curvy Bitch started twerking when whips start urr-ing Getting since 'Got Money' And if you you could vouch for me I still need my Is Hot money I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got Trampoline with the work, I got the block
I my plug "You know what I need you when I get on Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a like usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm my new lil boo Pussy be so warm and it's Fruit Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat with the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a brick in the cops coming with the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and heels the house for me Wearing lingerie and heels 'round the for me All bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me Trampoline with the work, I got the block Got the
We that dirty We sipping dirty We that dirty We sipping dirty, you know This Gat pointed at your nose, That vest save your soul, no We that dirty, yeah We them dirty even heard from you You left the kids by they They haven't even from you We put your wig on a We unstable, We unstable, Your mama be of us They haven't heard from you, now they gotta search for you We unstable, It looking too good for you, too good for you You're ungrateful, That's why I label, yeah I gotta live for myself, I give to myself, yeah Look at all the shit I gave you, Look what I did for I never hid myself I got no ceilings, yeah I ain't got no for them niggas, no I want no dealings with them niggas, no