Letras
Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch
Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time
She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick
Collecting checks, I am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick
They tryin' to stop me for flicks
I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my shit stay on brick
DigBar, dick hard, what a rhyme scheme
I just took down a torta, she five'three
I don't smoke dope, keep that shit out my sight, please
I really think that shit frying y'all, high key
High key, I got my bag up
You not my mother or brother, so back up
I'm on that shit, so you gon' need some backup
Make 'em surrender, they throwin' their flags up
You can shake ass to this song, make it bounce
Mom used to say we got food at the house
Now I got my mom a new crib, a new house
How many bands in my bank? I lost count
How many songs did I make and toss out?
How many friends did I make that fall out?
How many years did it take to ball out?
I give her bread for the day she call out
On God, spend a day with me
Most of these niggas can't play with me
I always keep 20k with me
Chains on my bitch, we be role-playing slavery
Rosh on the beat, man, you know this a bop
My bank and my wife are my only two opps
If she in my whip, just know I'm gettin' top
Rosh on the beat, so you know this a bop (this a bop)
Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch
Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time
She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick
Collecting checks, I am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick (hell nah)
They tryin' to stop me for flicks
I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my shit stay on brick (my shit stay on brick)
I'm bricked up, I'm bricked up, I'm bricked like a wall
That ain't my gun, baby, that's dick and balls
A gun is way bigger, don't lie to me like that
But it's still big enough to her say "my back"
(Ah, my back!)
Beat, beat, beat up her back, she get back beat
My nigga lockin' shit down like he Pat Pete
Only AC I adjust is them ass cheeks
She got me saved in her phone under "fat meat"
Saved in her phone under big bone
We finna see 'bout that shit when I get home (yes, yes)
Pipe down, lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch
Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time
She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick (sit on my dick)
Collecting checks, I am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing Rick (I'm not wearing Rick)
They tryin' to stop me for flicks
I'm gon' cover my meat 'cause my shit stay on brick (bricked)