Текст песни
My first M I'ma flip it to a 3
Lil baby wanna suck me like a leech
No Diddy I'ma freak
Bitches come and go like seasons, soon as she fall I'ma leave
Haters talk shit 'til they cant breath
Take a breathe pussy
I'm puttin' belt to ass, call CPS
Top Floor do the game dirty and leave a mess
I'on pull up for sex, if it's gon' chance me a check
Never tell the right hand what you do with the left
I'm 'bout my chicken like farm house
Opps get crossed out
Trash rappers is gettin' tossed out
They lost now
Louie Gucci money, but still shoppin' at Ross now
We just allocate the funds properly cuz we boss now
Aye, that's a bar bitch
Of course this shit look easy I'ma star bitch
If you pickin' up magnums get a large bitch
Bucket to a Benz switched cars bitch
Cash
Never was a day I tripped about a bitch
Ima p-p-player get a loan up out a bitch
I done, hit the girls you in love with on the gram
Let me tell you that the pussy all the same under the glam
I don't, eat no clams, no can't eat raw fish
Swerve all in her lanes bae don't get car sick
West Side baby
Slide in the mercedes
Cash got the AMG
We in Vegas
Can't get a dollar outta me, I'm Jewish
Bitch want LV I took her to see Louis
Yousa Top Floor bitch buss down the Van Cleef
Passport stamp please
In the desert on a banshee
You niggas lame both on and offline
I cringe when you rhyme who told you that shit was hot
Trust you with the bill, probably not
In the dm's of a bitch that I already got
Pussy