(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) I heard these bitches runnin' they mouth, nigga Tell these broke-ass bitches to come add me up Yeah These bitches bums, bro Alright Ayy
All these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah Bitch, I make it look easy, ayy This shit way too easy, ayy I said this shit too easy
She ain't tell you what the problem is? Well, tell that bitch to shut her mouth if she ain't poppin' shit Bitch, I want the Dolce & Gabbana, I don't politic Window shoppin' hoes, I just know they never coppin' shit Ran up another bag, all these niggas gotta pay me I heard her new shit, I think shawty gettin' lazy I'ma drop another tape just to drive the game crazy I done turned my city up, now every DJ wanna play me, that's for real, nigga
All these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah Bitch, I make it look easy, ayy This shit way too easy, ayy I said this shit too easy
Ayy, put that shit on, now all these bitches clockin' me I can't stay away from Wafi, so they watchin' me Bitch say she ain't a fan, but she gotta be I just clicked her page, I don't know her, but she follow me I ain't gotta fake no bags or front my shit I ain't had no bands like this, but I been that bitch Fuck how much niggas makin' if he got it and ain't give you none Now tell that broke mad bitch to come and add me up I got a habit, I can't get enough of spendin' Expensive motherfucker, do this rich shit for a livin' Fuck around and buy it all, so lock the doors if I'm in Lenox Givenchy fur the coldest, give a fuck about the ticket I done told you niggas that I'm a bag-chaser, excuse me, bag-getter Fuck these broke niggas, got more money than my last nigga I'm a big stepper, real deal stepper Bitch raise her voice, she gettin' touched, I got a quick temper Bro, I just dropped ten off in Prada, barely like designer (On God) I get fresh just like Teyana, shout out to my stylist And I'm only nineteen, got more money than my father Money longer than my age, bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' problem Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy Dog a nigga out, I bet he still won't leave me Yeah, bitch, this shit too easy Ayy, shit way too easy
All these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah Bitch, I make it look easy, ayy This shit way too easy, ayy I said this shit too easyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
