[Intro] Aye! Public service a mothafuckin’ announcement! Broke niggas in the back, rich niggas in the front!
[Hook] From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip Niggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you You ever seen a real bitch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
[Verse 1] Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie, tell me how it taste I spend like 40 on my bitches, times was rough, we had to pray Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake Up in Florida, pussy water, fuck with ballers, Sean Carter Fuck a trend, I’m a starter, wanna be me, you my daughter Buy me Gucci for that nut, rode his face just like a truck And if he say he put me on, that nigga lying add it up If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos Your nigga ain’t my mans, sweat them bitches like a fan Get rich was up in the plan, they watching like on demand Dallas girls love a nigga who will slap up a bitch Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon' fuck in the whip Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick
[Refrain] Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? I put bitches in they place and I make bitch niggas drip Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips
[Hook] From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip Niggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you You ever seen a real bitch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
[Verse 2] I got fifty, nothing shorter, pop that pussy, Travis Potter All this money, like a hoarder, boy you broke, you out of order Let it drip just like a faucet, want my number? It’s gon cost you All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction Hood niggas, they some freaks, a hundred k up in these streets Make your nigga lick my feet, steak and shrimp we like to eat These bitches ain’t my friends, these hoes act like fans Get rich the best revenge, Asian with it, no pretend In your feelings like a bitch, niggas lying on they dick I be sliding on your bitch, I put that iron on her wig If you want it we got smoke, Twin tookas let it blow Put that boy up onna scope, rearrange your fucking nose
[Refrain] Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips
[Outro] Gang!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
