Letras
Like a, like a pimp, nigga
Big Crip nigga
No offense, but if you gonna... okay, keep walking then
Ayy, you should run for president, girl, you get my vote every time
Baddie send her hair down to her crack and her credit high
Bae, them hoes wasn't never mine, don't pay them hoes, no, never mind
Fuck a date, we fly to LA to catch a better vibe
I let you do what you want, Gucci store, pick what you want
Probably never say "I do," but I do everything he don't (everything)
Told her, "Like this Dior jacket, I been tryna put you on" (tryna put you)
Baby, look back while we fuckin', know that lil' shit turn me on
Broke-ass nigga like he need a loan
I'm stuntin' so hard, don't try this at home
Yeah, you know if she smile, then she gone
Yeah, I still have niggas follow you home
Yeah, this lil' hoe here a rider for real (rider for real)
If I leave, then she gon' keep it solid (solid)
I had took her to Maestro, when the check came, she said, "Daddy, I got it"
She be always catchin' me in my shit bBut she don't even say nothin' 'bout it
She in tune with herself and if you can't get her mind, then you can't get her body (can't get her body)
Ain't goin' for the bullshit, can't let a lil' nigga get her out of her zone (out of her zone)
And she don't need a nigga for shit
And anyway, she can do better on her own
Bad bitches be fun, all these broke hoes do the most, huh (broke hoes do the most)
Up two hundred thou', make her get down on the floor, uh (down on the floor)
Her man in the club, she tryna get down on the low (down on the low)
Don't get shot by this bitch, we make 'em get down on the
Bentley GT with the top off (top)
I'm in this bitch gettin' topped off (topped off)
You with the bitch gettin' knocked off
We put a hole in one like I'm at top golf
Yeah, the boss man, bitch, I'm the top dog
Ayy, you spicy, lil' baby, like hot sauce (hot)
Know we fuck and we ever go back to the room
Like a plumber, I'm pullin' that pipe out
Fuckin' two bitches at the same time, bae, you know that's my kind of shit