[Verse] Shawty gon' fuck on me 'cause nigga got cash, yeah Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up I ain't spendin' no cash on no thot I don't trust these bitches, no plot Your bitch get smoked like an opp We don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' of these cops I'ma shoot at a motherfuckin' cop I'ma shoot 'til the motherfucker drop I'ma pour up the motherfuckin' drop Got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure I change up these cars, I change up these hoes I change up my wardrobe, huh Bitches suck me, yeah, ah, huh I'ma fuck the bands up, uh, yeah I'ma fuck the Benz truck, uh Shawty wanna fuck me, yeah Shawty don't give a fuck, uh Nigga want smoke for days, yeah Nigga got plays on plays I'ma put an opp on a plate I'ma put an opp on a plate, ayy, nigga I'm the hot nigga in the A, uh I'm in the streets, okay I'm on the block, ooh I don't want none of these hoes, no Crack, crack, crack, I got crack money Crack money, yeah, we serve crack money Crack money, hold up, you a crack junkie, yeah We got blocks, you can get a block from me Hold up, hold up, I just hit this bitch, he fuckin' up my penis Balmain jeans, they ain't even come out yet I just fucked this bitch, yeah, I don't mean no disrespect Ho gon' get it in, she gotta Louboutin's bleeding on them, blatt, hold up I been flexing since a freshman I got, I got bitches tryna fuck, yeah, uh White tee, it can get stuck with it Got a gun, hold up, hold up You better run, hold up My slatts shoot for fun, hold up We want your funds, hold up Yeah, hold up, rob the money truck, hold up Yeah, and we aiming at these dubs, hold up, uh Pussy ass nigga ain't keeping it a hundred Probably gotta kill that ho I'm on the block with the stick right now Probably gotta kill that ho, let's go I got a stick on me, oh yeah, nigga got a K for sure Nigga got crack money, yeah I serve junkies, yeah, yeah You a clout nigga I pull up with that stick, we kill clout niggas You don't want that smoke with me, I'm that nigga, hold on Niggas afraid of young Carti 'cause I'm cute I just hit this bitch, she fucked my Balmain jeans up We just got this money so we 'bout to fuck the streets up We don't give no fuck, yeah, my niggas, they stay geeked up We don't need no hoes, yeah, we keep the heat up, uh, hold up, uh I want the smoke, get cold Slime a nigga in the snow, hold up I'm [?] across the globe (Blatt, blatt, blatt) I make the bitch touch her toes, blatt, uh I got Bloody with me, I got a slutty with me I got a thotty with me, I got my cousin with me I got some bricks coming, I got some white hoes That's cocaine money, I got crack, crack, crack I got trap money, I serve trap junkies We got money, homie, we got money, homie You ain't the only one, you ain't the only one, hold up You ain't the only one, hold up Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up when I fucked the bitch Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps I smoke me a nigga right now, hop in that Wagon, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga can have it Young nigga want static Get hit, get, yeah, get, get, get, get Young nigga get a [?], yeah Money on me, young nigga, your bitch, she on top, yeah, hold upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
