Lyrics
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis
Fenty, Fenty
Prada
She up on my (Gucci, Gucci)
We crunk off (Louis, Louis)
She a savage (Fenty, Fenty)
Girl, I'm so (Prada) you
Balls swinging low, now the pussy playin' ping-pong
No boring shit, I'm a King Kong
I don't want fuss, I ain't puttin' no ring on
She said, "Fuck my life" (bing bong)
Got Jesus on my pieces
Call me Reese's, I got pieces
I'm tryna' 'radicate the negative stigma around anti-depressants
I got reasons (what?)
Money in the mattress, Cartier glasses
Hungry for an actress, purrin' like Katniss
bbno$ got your new hall passes
Bro so chapped that I make him look assless
Get sticky like barbecue sauce
Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Jaws
Got a hundred K cash in the walls
Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh)
She up on my (Gucci, Gucci)
We crunk off (Louis, Louis)
She a savage (Fenty, Fenty)
Girl, I'm so (Prada) you
She up on my (Gucci, Gucci)
We crunk off (Louis, Louis)
She a savage (Fenty, Fenty)
Girl, I'm so (Prada) you
Throw a little money
But I still got more
But I still got more
But I still got more
Throw a little money
But I still got more
But I still got more
But I still got more
Yeah we (Gucci, Gucci) (bitch)
Now I'm flexin' up on my ex
I can tell that bitch real 'pressed
When she see me up with my upgrade
On my Ariana shit, "thank you, next" (next)
Every time I get up, get my bread up
Make some cheddar, tryna better my life
hardly tardy for a party
Out in Abu Dhabi, that's a regular night
Get sticky like barbecue sauce
Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Joss
Got a hundred K cash in the walls
Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh)
She up on my (Gucci, Gucci)
We crunk off (Louis, Louis)
She a savage (Fenty, Fenty)
Girl, I'm so (Prada) you
She up on my (Gucci, Gucci)
We crunk off (Louis, Louis)
She a savage (Fenty, Fenty)
Girl, I'm so (Prada) you
Throw a little money
But I still got more
But I still got more
But I still got more
Throw a little money
But I still got more
But I still got more
But I still got more
(Gucci, Gucci) (bitch)