Trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

Know that I'm getting that bank

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

Know that I'm, aye

I'm sipping that lean I'm

Spitting that riddles

She want me like Malcolm

I'm right in the middle

She know that I'm hot

And I'm hot like the griddle

It's steak on my plate

While you eating McGriddles

My life is so big but

Y'all think it's so little

I'm thinking so big but

Y'all thinking so little

I cop me a Benz and you still riding rental

Now tell me who sent you

I'm still in her mental dick

All in her dental and you kissing that bitch

If I'm in the strip

Know I'm tipping the bitch

Sauce in my blood, know

I'm dripping that shit, for sure

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

Know that I'm getting that bank

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

Know that I'm getting that bank

Uh, money I'm gonna keep piling, ay

Money through Sunday we styling, ay

Give her my number, she dialing, ay

Get on that plane and we flying away

Ain't about money no time of day

Only one nut, I ain't trying to stay

Only come through if you trying to pay

Normally, I get it all kinds of way

Hustle and stacking running up backends

Sending out old ones getting new packing

Started out slower now I move past them

Now when I show up got them all asking

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers

What is that shit in my trousers (yup)