Letras
Mmm
(Baby, give me some cash)
Mmm, alright, come on
I'm Rick Owens'd down, I ain't wore Diors in a while
I be in LA eatin' with a bad bitch at Tao
Boy, I play with M's, I can't talk about no hundred thou'
My hands play with white, I ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' cow
My parents raised a boss, every time they see me, they just smile
Fucked around and dropped my chain, it look like Fiji on the ground
Been too busy stackin' pape' up, you ain't seen me in a while
My bitch know that I'm a dog, but she ain't
Trippin', she a dog (She a fuckin' dog)
Uh, oh, that's dog? Hunt him down
Fah-fah, he hit the ground, we ain't even use the hundred rounds
Lawyer beat the case so fast, it wasn't no need to go to trial
Why you throwin' the seven up? I never seen you on the mile
Saw you sneak dissin', the last place they seen you was the ground
Fuck around and post your bitch '
Cause we be creepin' all the time, nigga
Yeah, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on
They don't be outside when the beef on
Twenty cars all black, it look like Meech home
You a dick sucker, type of bitch that I'll cheat on
My brothers havin' motion, I am not the type to leech on
Hmm, uh, it's another one
I just bought two F&Ns, I gave my brother one
I fuck up every season, you just tryna fuck the summer up
I cannot be fucked with, just to sum it up
Right now, I got three main hoes, shit, I juggle 'em
If a bitch fuck with a nigga like you, I can't be touchin' it
I got a bitch sittin' on her face, she tryna smother it
I know that lil' boy hatin', but his bitch, I'm thumpin' her
How you claim you paid and you ain't got no lawyer money?
I'll die for my respect 'cause it's worth more than money
I'ma hit you from the back, can you record it for me?
I got it piled up in the crib, I got hoarder money
White bitch, she get high like Whitney
Houston, she gon' snort it for me
'Bout to put this shit in Bitcoin, I'm damn near border money
Huh, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on