[Chorus: Kid Ink] Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob Money make her dance, put you on a job Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob
[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy Your skin color a bottle of Yoo-hoo That big old dude, I point and shoot Came with the truth, case niggas start actin' boof I can't refuse, she with y'all Least she fighter with the moves I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke Lil baby, it's just right 'cause she demand Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah
[Chorus: Kid Ink] Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob Money make her dance, put you on a job Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob
[Verse 2: Rory Fresco] It ain't nothin' to me, jewelry cold like one degree I'ma throw it all, it's gon' fall from a hundred feet Rory don't do nothin' cheap, don't sleep at the Double Tree Bad bitches run at me like, can you give me somethin' to see? She gon' go long for the throat, might sign her And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor I threw all this cash, if I do my math right You just do a sash, I go through the smash Livin' stupid fast, bitch, I do the dash It ain't same type of shit that will get you to crash Just know who in first, don't know who in last I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked
[Chorus: Kid Ink] Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob Money make her dance, put you on a job Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob
[Verse 3: Juliann Alexander] I could tell that she a fan, I'm a rock star with no band I get money in advance, then I do my money dance Can you throw it back on me by chance? You a bad bitch, you ain't innocent I just walked in with a brand new bitch And a rock star clique, you can suck my dick Rest in peace to Lil Peep, took a Xan in the whip Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your bitch
[Outro: Kid Ink] Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe Ooh, ah yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
