Lyrics
(RXKZ)
Yeah
I'm too hot
I guess they mad, they can't put me out
Guess they forgot the one that's really popping
Really dropping
Silly gossip
I got no comment
Let's get back to blues and the pinks (yeah?)
Fifty six songs first fifty six weeks (yeah?)
Love it when she bad but I hate it when she tease (yeah?)
Four to five star plates
We came from Mickey D's (yeah)
Gave up Mickey D's (yeah)
Gave up hunnids
Life been gucci
We been counting Gs (yeah)
Gotta cash cow
That motherfucka making cheese (yeah)
Type of money, I tell her to jump, she on her knees (on God)
Kiss me out in public
We ain't gotta be discrete (what)
Kiss me out in public
We ain't gotta be discrete
Fuck what niggas talking bout
How you broke, talking back?
Back to talking bags
I just met a F-type dealer
We was talking Jags
PTS, a push to start
I don't push the cart
It's in on delivery
It's back to balling out
And dating shawtys like a Hilary or Gina or Nina
If love don't cost a thing I might just get me a Christina
Had to junk the Audi
Do I go Benz or Beamer?
It don't even matter, she hop in and turn the heat up
Told her when I get in, I'ma turn her to a creamer
She usually quiet, I just turned her to a screamer
Deep pockets, cold hearted, I'ma need a prenup
Niggas talk about the work they did until I bring up
What, what (Yuh)
Fifty six songs first fifty six weeks
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
These niggas see me popping like yerk
These niggas hating cause they see a young nigga put in work
All my big bruddas getting money nigga put in work
We ain't got no time to sleep
We sleep when we in the dirt
Kariwiddak x EMP might put that on a shirt