Текст песни
(We love you Mir)
Whole lotta red whole lotta red whole lotta red nigga
I got a bag I got a bag I got a bag nigga
(bag nigga)
I got the bag nigga I got the bag nigga I got a bag nigga
(I got the bag)
I got a bad bitch
(I got a bad bitch)
I got a bad bitch
(I got a bad bitch)
I got a bad bitch
(I got a bad bitch)
I got a bad bitch
(Uh-huh)
I got a bad bitch
(Uh-huh)
I got a bad bitch
(Uh-huh)
I got a bad bitch
(Whole lot of a slatt bitches)
I got a bad bitch
I like fine shit good wine here know its up
I like fine shit she sippin' wine shit she tryna fuck
I like fine shit good times here just my luck
I like fine shit I'm a boujee nigga know it's stuck
I like fine shit everytime I eat I spend a buck
I like fine shit rock designer fits I'm a don
I like fine shit got a diamond wrist know I'm cut
I like finer shit spilled some ice baguettes inside my cup
Gold diggin bad bitch she love cabbage
Told her I ain't average so why she trying me
I remembered who I was and who I'm trying to be
I'm trying to walk into that lot with all that cash inside the box
Couple million in shoe boxes, couple billion dead stock
Froze the wrist no TikTok
Got two phones and two watches that don't even tell the time
I'm a goat bitch I could trip and make your brother take the fall
Go to Paris copping drip so I could rock it in the fall
Go to Greece to cop a fleece so I could add onto the pile
Now I'm turning up the dial double C's foreign cars
I've been spending quite some time on the business credit costs
Got accountants on the line I make deposits not withdrawals
I don't shop I make selections they gon' ship it to the loft
From the loft straight to the jet straight to island that I'm on
Every thread up on my body cost a check don't check the cost