Letras
Off the perc, finna throw up, while she throwin ass
Yeah, Suicide the do' open, now we throwin' cash
Go 120 on a donut, an now we finna spazz
Tryna claim it, that she know us but baby that's the past
I'm a real hard hitta, a go-getta
Shawty said she love to count the money, always stickin' to her fingers
She a 10 outta 10, always worried bout her figure
Yeah, try to say she love me, fell in love with the strip-strip
Take a field trip to the bank, Chain be swingin' hear the tink
Tip-Toe through the club, trynna sneak another drink
No this ain't a lifestyle, it's exactly what you think
She a pretty little thing, pass around just like a vape
I don't wanna hit ha
Yeah, it's just another day
Off the perc, finna throw up, while she throwin ass
Yeah, Suicide the do' open, now we throwin' cash
Go 120 on a donut, an now we finna spazz
Tryna claim it, that she know us but baby that's the past
Yeah, she say she wanna meditate baby here yo space
Yeah, she said she tryna medicate, smoke it to the face
Yeah, I feel I be so dedicated, this might be my fate
Yeah, it's eight inside the morning, I got motion while you sit there run in place
I can't stand none of you bitches sit down, we done beat the case
On the internet, we beefin, feelin' like my name was jace
We ain't even got no problem yet, but I been down to wait
Yeah, my bitch high five out of 5, take it to the face
I'm fried while the city baked- Pussy all on my dinner plate
Five big booms, eat it up like a chicken bake
Got a fourxfour swingin, oh, I swear to God
Shawty on the pole, go from the bottom to the top-top
Off the perc, finna throw up, while she throwin ass
Yeah, Suicide the do' open, now we throwin' cash
Go 120 on a donut, an now we finna spazz
Tryna claim it, that she know us but baby that's the past