Lyrics
Bitch, I push up with that steel
Who you tryna kill?
Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your field
B-b-bitch, I keep the cash out
Choppa shootin', man down
Lookin' up at my bank account
That paper that your rent's 'bout
Smoke a blunt and watch the stars shining
Bitch, I'm living presidential, living bonafide
Pushing up on the gas, this ain't no rental
Bring the .45, pop it like the fourth of July started
Then the middle of that money, don't hit my line, call 'em
You want my (?), come and get your waist blick
Calling me up, like I give a fuck
Keep to yourself in the distance
Bitch, up on the rose petals droppin' on the floor
Boy, I thought you knew to know better
Talk a lot you don't
Bitch, I push up with that steel
Who you tryna kill?
Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your field
B-b-bitch, I keep the cash out
Choppa shootin', man down
Looking up at my bank account
That paper that your rent's 'bout
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'
F-Forgiato's on the whip
I'm ridin' the whip, I'm done with ridin'