Lyrics
7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred
Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it
No AirBnB nigga, real money
Pull up to the cub leave the trackhawk runnin'
Bet it ain't nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin'
1500 shots in the section, no stuntin'
I ain't talkin 'bout bottles, I'm talkin 'bout hollows
I'm a drop the blick gettin' twerked by a model
She think we together 'til she wake up tomorrow
Been wearing drip, been make 'em follow
Been switchin' whips like they was borrowed
She got them hips, she must eat gyro
I'll fuck a happy home up, no sorrow
Switch on the Glock, now the bitch shoot pyro
Aye y'all sing, do you wanna hit a high note?
7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred
Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it
No AirBnB nigga, real money
Pull up to the club with the trackhawk runnin'
Trackhawk ain't nothin, I'll slide up in a Rolls
Black Maybach crawl down on fours
Three drunk bitches in the car, suckin' toes
Twerkin' for the gram she done came out her clothes
I don't know, she better not spill my four
Got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold
Her name was Amber, we in the Rolls (whoa)
For a bitch, switch on the bros (no)
That is not part of the code (oh)
My spillers keepin' it drippin' and keepin' it pimpin' that's just how it goes (She show)
7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred
Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it
No AirBnB nigga, real money
Pull up to the club leave the trackhawk runnin'
Bet it ain't nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin'
1500 shots in the section, no stuntin'
I'm talkin' 'bout bullets, not champagne dummy