Letras
Yeah
Fuck nigga, I spazz on you
I'm rich as fuck, put the bag on you
Make a nigga spend his last on it
This cat so good, got a tax on it
Got the racks on me, racks on me
Ooh, bitch, I'm feeling good
Ho, I got a switch on this glizzy
I wish a nigga would, huh
Bitch, when I walk
Bitch, when I talk
I get money when I breathe
Fuck nigga, all y'all, please
All y'all pussy ass hoes
You can walk the fuck out (pussy ass hoes)
Y'all fucking while y'all broke, bitch
Y'all shot the fuck out, huh
I ain't got no job, bitch
I clocked the fuck out
Bitch, I'm selling bricks
I cannot sell no ounce
Bitch, look at this ass when I walk, ho, huh (look at that ass)
This ass is a real donk, they think it's a car show
Bitch, I feel like Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson), huh, hee-hee
Bitch, you got that tired pussy, ho, you can't fuck with me-eeh (come on)
I don't want no Ruth Chris nigga, front them keys
With a pussy this good, I can't fuck for free
Uh, bitch, when I walk
Bitch, when I talk
I get money when I breathe
Fuck nigga, all y'all, please
All y'all pussy ass hoes
You can walk the fuck out (pussy ass hoes)
Y'all fucking while y'all broke, bitch
Y'all shot the fuck out
Bitch, you know my name, they call me Suki, Suki, Suki (you know my name)
They looking for a bitch that got the best coochie
And a bitch can't blame 'em, this shit automatic (automatic)
Like a fiend when he smoking fresh rock, them niggas just gotta have it (got to have it)
I ain't got beef with these hoes, these hoes mad 'bout these niggas (you mad)
I be runnin' up these bands, you be at home being miserable
Bend it over, make that thing jiggle, ass so fat, it'd hide a pistol
I'm so thick, I'm Thickiana (Thickiana), I can make my coochie whistle
Getting fly, what I'm into, stunting on these hoes is what I'm into