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Aye, aye
Riding in a G6, neck bust, wrist hit
You a think I'm owing motherfuckers, way I buy Ricks
Marry me a nigga that do magic, cause I love tricks
Uh, taking bitches niggas, on my thug shit
Ion want no middle man, show me where yo plug is
Spending hours in Balanci', make a flood drip
Hoe you know perfection take time, you can't rush this
I'm back in my bag, and I'm taxing for the fee, huh
You short on yo bills, now you crying in yo Tweets, huh
All white Benz match the paint on my feet, huh
Tom Ford heel on her neck, she can't breathe
Coke bottle, but it's tea
Ass sitting like a peach
I ain't never got stood up, I tell niggas take a seat
Make my hoe watch her friend, she keep asking me can we
Rap bitches come and go, seven days, that be weak
Yo bag got a bird, hoe I spend that on my purses
Flying bad bitches out the country, oh for certain
Flirting in the club, just to make a nigga nervous
Do I look like I walk around with scrubs, that's for nurses
Fucking for that water on her neck, bitches thirsty
Who said I ain't out here having motion, tell em merch it
We only getting chicken round' these parts, we like Churches
Off White on a Sunday, ain't go to service
Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking
Yeah, AP, Rolex, Patek, I got options
Three bitches with me, two sucking, one watching
Her man keep blowing up her phone, why you blocking
Huh, keep sucking why you stopping
She want her hair done, call Kendra, get her Mink, Brazilian
I'm just having fun, you say I'm a trick, that's yo opinion
She a freak when she get up off that liquor, that's the real you