Letras
I met this bitch from down South, down South, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down South
Down South, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out in ATL and she
Treat us well, she treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale
She took an L, I wish her well, I wish her well
I throw them pennies in the wishing well
Keep the hundreds in the shoebox for a rainy day
My niggas smoke designer kush and drink that Ace of Spades
Learn how to play the cards because the deck will never change
You from the hood but I can put you in a better place
Take your time with it, you just gotta wait
I don't need your number, find a way to reach it
Looking for a crib in Bankhead 'cause the price is cheaper
I met this bitch from down South, down South, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down South
Down South, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out in ATL and she
Treat us well, she treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale
She took an L, I wish her well, I wish her well
I been stealing pennies out the wishing well
I fucked your bitch but I'm a real one, I don't kiss and tell
I got a touch of 'cause I been through too many L's
Got a pocket full of blue cheese, Backwood full of kale
And everything I got for sale but ain't shit for cheap
And every time a nigga fail I just hit the streets
I been Gucci since back when Gucci told us 'bout a freak
Used to hit Miami and spend a sack up in KOD
But that's before they closed the doors
I'm a pimp, I could turn a nun to a whore
I make her get on her knees like she was praising the Lord
I tell her that it's a go every time she tell me she leaving
They ain't see me 'cause I been put up, what's the reason?
I met this bitch from down South, down South, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down South
Down South, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out in ATL and she
Treat us well, she treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale
She took an L, I wish her well, I wish her well
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
Shawty bad, got her cake up, yeah she love the bread
Cute face, all that ass, yeah, she Southern
Southern, we can play it how you wanna play it
Yeah, she realized that I'm a boss and I ain't gotta say it
My mama proud of a young nigga, I'm a prodigy
My shades John Fort, my socks is Gucci, I'm rocking Prada kicks
You probably running game, tryna act like you ride for me
I know you in it for the money, ain't gotta lie to me
Been rocking throwing ones like we hit the lottery
Lil' baby see the way I'm coming, now she wanna leave
From the Westside but I'm making euros overseas
She make a nigga spend some zeros and it's 'bout to be
I met this bitch from down South, down South, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down South
Down South, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out in ATL and she
Treat us well, she treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale
She took an L, I wish her well, I wish her well