(Rari on the beat) (Philly Ferrari) Got a, got a freak bitch, she be on some lil' freak shit Blow this .410, that bitch got a very mean kick (Let it rip) You don't like me, but your nigga tellin' me this (He tellin' me) And I'm icy, he said that your diamond don't glist' (Ooh, ooh) Wanna fight me? You know I keep that ruler on my hip (Let it rip) Hold it tightly, trigger finger, that bitch never lift (It never lift) Bitch, I might be, Gucci, you know I don't never trip (I never trip) And I'm pricy, want my attention, spend a whole grip Notoriety, these bitches ain't nearly fly as me (Uh-uh) Rollin' silently, she hit the loud and now she high as me (Ooh, ooh) You a snitch, nigga, in the feds, you show compliancy So you a bitch, nigga, we don't talk unjustifiably (What?) Roll the, roll the window down so I can let this Uzi breathe Slidin' down your block, I'm poppin' Suzy, got her on her knees Now she screamin', "Please don't do me, Ty Bri, I'm just tryna leave" You a goofy, lil' bitch, I'm a nuisance, I don't need your pleas, bae
I want you to throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh, ooh) Blow a bag on me Throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh, ooh) Blow a, blow a bag on me
One time for my brothers in the trenches moving fishes Nigga never heard of Pyrex, get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas fake be in the field, on the real, be on them benches Thought I loved you, but to hit your stash is my only intention Got your nigga full attention, and he pay for my extensions Water whippin', said your pussy dry, my pussy be quenchin' All this sauce I'm drippin', wanna be my main, but I don't listen All that pillow talkin' to me, nigga, motherfuck your feelings
I want, I want you to throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Blow a bag on me Throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Blow a, blow a bag on me
See, I'm the type of bitch that a nigga want (What?) Uh-uh, I never need for nothing, yeah, I get my own (My own shit) Since you can't get me out my hood 'cause I stay in my zone That's why I press ignore every time he hit up my phone I want Celine, ho, we ridin' clean, ho I pop and pour Belaire, but he be sippin' lean, though I wanna know why you so mad? What you so mean for? (Why're you so mad?) You should just hop up in your bag and get some green, ho
I want, I want you to throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me (Ooh, ooh) Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Blow a bag on me Throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Throw some cash on me Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh) Blow a, blow a bag on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
