Letras
I'm only fuckin' rich niggas, give a fuck bout your six figures
I like my niggas iced out, make me drip bigger
Fuck him like a slutty, for that money I'ma crash out
Fly me out to Kabul, sippin' cardi with my ass out
I got a thing for fine nigga with a big chain
I got a thing for big Rollie with a red face
I got a thing for private plane in the summertime I don't want no basic-ass niggas
Bitch it's my time
Put this pussy on his plate, it's givin' him the itis
He don't know which me he goin' get
It's like a Miley Cyrus
I pop out in your city, cause I'm like that
And if you wanna really keep that nigga, better fight back
Body on Dominicana, hair is givin' Puerto Rican
Damn, I hate to see a broke nigga, move it ain't your season
You used to easy, bitches, meet and let you eat it bitches
Don't got shit to do but get you off and go to sleep ass bitches
She's starin' while she walk by me But I don't know that ho
I think she like me
When I shop, don't check the tag, put it in the bag
Pull up in some shit you never had and make these bitches mad
I'm only fuckin' rich niggas, give a fuck bout your six figures
I like my niggas iced out, make me drip bigger
Fuck him like a slutty, for that money I'ma crash out
Fly me out to Kabul, sippin' cardi with my ass out
I got a thing for fine nigga with a big chain
I got a thing for big Rollie with a red face
I got a thing for private plane in the summertime I don't want no basic-ass niggas
Bitch it's my time
If you really love your bitch, then keep her away
We on I-Drive, I'm posted up with killers and
I ain't safe Fuckin' with dog food, these foreign-ass shoes ain't got no lace
But I just bought three, I told the doc I'm straight cause I smoke rock
Yeah, I like bad bitches
I'm duckin' from the fed like Sally Rock
No, I can't sing, but I can make you dance and do the side of my wife
Hand up the rain
I've seen the way before it came, like I'm a psychic
My young niggas ain't got no sanity, wishin death on all their rivals
You need a plug, then we got power
The nigga never gave me shit, I'm givin' Chelsea all her flowers
My buddy told me I keep dope, then he got gold like he a Viking
I beat the road up in a cup of different kinds, it's with no license
The bitch keep pullin' on my shirt, I'm gettin' money, guess she like me
I been righting all my wrongs, you hear my song, just know that I ain't write it
Fuckin' with T.U.B, you want some dogs, shit you know we got em
We ain't never sell narcotics, sellin' drugs, still grindin
These niggas looking like he a blogger
I'm only fuckin' rich niggas, give a fuck bout your six figures
I like my niggas iced out, make me drip bigger
Fuck him like a slutty, for that money I'ma crash out
Fly me out to Kabul, sippin' cardi with my ass out
I got a thing for fine nigga with a big chain
I got a thing for big Rollie with a red face
I got a thing for private plane in the summertime I don't want no basic-ass niggas
Bitch it's my time