Letras
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go (Ferg)
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go (it's your boy, Lil B)
Let's go
Quarter milli' for the ice (woo)
And the Bentley look like rice (woo)
Lil' nigga livin' trife (damn)
He'll pull up on a bike (grrah, grrah, boom, swag)
Fucking with the mice
Why you playing with your life? (Woo, woo, damn)
Damn, link Jesus Christ (woo)
Stevie Wonder, out of sight (where you at?)
Pretty lil' bitch that I like, love to climb up a pole
But I know that it come with a price
Feel like LOE Shimmy, meet the one on Tubi
I'm tryna get groovy the rest of the night
Drippin' in Ppolo, a Buddhist Manolo
She got on a diamond Dior for the sight
Look at my jaw, it's a bucket of ice
All of these toys like Fisher Price
Peep my drip, check my swag, you know that I'm havin'
Young BasedGod and I look like Pete Sampras (okay)
I'm a pop star, I fuck that bitch in a mansion (uh)
Hit it front and back, I had that ho speakin' Spanish
Bitch, I'ma count these M's
I just cashed out, it's M's
I just made another M
I don't wanna fuck in the Benz
I don't wanna hold your hand
I don't wanna make new friends (woo)
She wanna be a celebrity
But you can't get in
Captain Save-a-ho when she float, you swim (woo)
Rick Owens boat on the coast, I'm a pimp (ay)
Keep throwing money on the floor in the wind
You already know that I gotta go in
All my bitches on go (hey)
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go (yeah)
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go
All my bitches on go
Quarter milli' for the ice (woo)
And the Bentley look like rice (woo)
Lil' nigga livin' trife (damn)
He'll pull up on a bike (grrah, grrah, boom, swag)
Fucking with the mice
Why you playing with your life? (Woo, woo, damn)
Damn, link Jesus Christ (woo)
Stevie Wonder, out of sight