Letras
MCV, bitch
Ayy, yeah, Stalli, summer '17
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, look
Okay, last week, we was eatin' peanut butter jelly (damn)
Then I hit a lick, now we countin' Benja-mellys (okay)
Met him in the telly, doin' whatever he let me
I got love for my nigga like I'm Tionne off of Belly (mwah)
Everybody thinkin' bad bitches got it easy
Well not the young ones on the grind gettin' greazy
Last week, I had to make a hunnid dollars stretch
Every motherfuckin' night, I was eatin' cheese eggs (okay)
Bitches tell stories 'cause these whores don't know me (don't know me)
See me by myself and got to trippin wit' your homie
I bet if you touch me, you go missin' like you Dory (like you Dory)
Bitch, that's why your nigga wanna kick it wit' the horsey
Uh-oh, I ain't never ran from a ho (ran from a ho)
But I never let a bitch get a stain on my clothes (no-oh)
Ridin' with my hands in the air
Got your nigga on the side with his fingers in my ooh, yeah-yeah
Just bought a fifth of the Henn' (fifth of the Henn')
Pocket full of white man, named Benjamin (named Benjamin)
Lookin' for a hot boy with some fine friends (with some fine friends)
And your baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend
Bitch, I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit
And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (for them eyes)
Bad red head, make your whole clique lose it
Boy, I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston
Bitch, I'm from Texas (ayy, ayy)
(H-Town, H-Town, H-Town, yeah)
Bitch, I'm from Texas
(Ayy, ayy, 7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2)
Okay, last week, shit was kinda bad (bad)
I be goin' missin' when I'm tryna get a bag (yeah)
I ain't got no time for no nigga tryna nag
'Cause I'm in love with my money like my name Mr. Krabs (like my name Mr. Krabs)
And I got the winnin' ticket, middle finger to them niggas and them bitches
You was wishin' that I'd stay slippin', throwin' all them peelings
You was dissin', you ain't see the vision, like your eyes was Christian