Lyrics
Pour up the drink then
Walk 'round the window 'til you make the car spin
The bitch got a large Benz, she deep in that water that girl got a shark fin
She work when they parkin', he high on that tony, that bitch tryna hawk him
I'm rockin' that Rakim
This chain on my neck could lift up a whole gym
Why buddy say that he pimpin' when he got a master bedroom at his grannies
It ain't no way you out here sellin' panties
Just 'bout that bullshit, car from your auntie
You don't understand me, or words in these streets
I ain't care 'bout no grammys
Park on the beach and the Rolls Royce is sandy
Probably stay out in Houston but more in Miami
Pimpin' Street Fighter, Chun-Li in the Camry
Know that I'm like that
The bitch writin' me, I don't write back
She tryna eat me for a light snack
But I'm tryna charge her them green bags
Yeah it's okay that that ass fat
Face and that waist snatched but I done had that
If she ain't puttin' cash in a trap sack
Then why she textin' me, I won't text back
Ho I'm like that
Ho I'm like that
Yeah I'm like that
Ho I'm like that
I ain't like none of these suckers, they lookin' for duckies
Pop out at the show, this ho think that we fuckin'
I'm just tryna see how these push ups been pumpin'
Splash on a baddie, treat her like she nothin'
But bread in the oven if she don't bring somethin'
Bring me a watch, a chain, a muffin
You with that nigga all day for nothin'?
Out on the yacht gettin' drunk on bubbly
But can't buy a dress from Gucci on Sunday
Gucci is cheap, ain't really no money
Drum on the glizzy, frrt, a hundred
Stand on my business, my ankles start thumpin'
Bike poppin' wheelies
Might my hurt my Achilles
I'm drippin so silly
It really be funny
Wallo and Gilly
My gang worth a milly
Still ain't signed a dealy
I been gettin' money
Sauce spend the V as Canelo's was duckin'
Talk to the doctor and told him to tuck it
Sauce got the movement and we not truckin'
Playin' the sports them sticks out the white van
Know that I'm like that
The bitch writin' me, I don't write back
She tryna eat me for a light snack
But I'm tryna charge her them green bags
Yeah it's okay that that ass fat
Face and that waist snatched but I done had that
If she ain't puttin' cash in a trap sack
Then why she textin' me, I won't text back
Ho I'm like that
Ho I'm like that
Yeah I'm like that
Ho I'm like that