[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti] I'm legend my life should be studied I come from nothing, run up a thirty Fucked on a superstar bitch, and I butted Christian Louboutin, yea I been blooded I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket Too many blues won't fit in the wallet Cristopher wallets, everything B.I.G, we are the hunnids
[Chorus - Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti] Your bitch outta pocket, I don't fuckin 'em Your bitch a little bag I am duckin' 'em Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em I turn your lil bitch to a hussler Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel Gotta umbrella her
[Verse 2] We made it to water, 60 minutes and I had the drugs off How you let a bitch make you fall off Ayy come get your bitch, Ima call off A hundred misscalls, I block her Oh yeah she determint, can't stop her She blew a bag at the doctor 60 brick [?] impostor Yeah my type of bitch don't need nail nigga She got a boutique and a cold figure You know she young, she got an old nigga And she gon' keep it real if the hoes with 'em Bitch you be [??] Niggas be thirsty bitches won't fuck with 'em She on a shiff for real Got her ass done but it looked real
[Chorus - Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti] Your bitch outta pocket, I don't fuckin 'em Your bitch a little bag I am duckin' 'em Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em I turn your lil bitch to a hussler Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel Gotta umbrella her
[Verse 3 - Moneybagg Yo] That ain't your bitch, that's our bitch (mine too) We just gon' keep it in your house You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris I took that bitch to a dope house You see the difference is plenty (so many) Handle that emotion you know Ima give it And my eminent would a girl from my city Soon as she get drunk we gon' fem on some flicky I'm deep in my dog for roll me some truffles Worry 'bout go so smoke out My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble Get wet as a buss down Told her stay out my business, go get you a bini She talk to a vendor on Whats Up He mad as a bitch let me find out, had his head holdin' my hunnid' come hide out You the type little bitch get you for everything In 'n out I only know how play mine Them niggas corny she fuck with the bread guy Shot my shot, would have switch I got dead aim Still wishin' they had me [ex?] bitches You can pay me to pay attention She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille Tryna fuck her way up get a meal ticket
[Chorus - Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti] Your bitch outta pocket, I don't fuckin 'em Your bitch a little bag I am duckin' 'em Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em I turn your lil bitch to a hussler Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel Gotta umbrella herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
