Yeah, yeah
Dolla, dolla, woo
In the stu, with your boo, haha, shoutout
Dollasign, no shout out
Every time I'm in the stu, talking to your boo
She pulling up, she drink my kids in a cup
Why does every time she talk I want her to shut up
I'm at the club, every thought in my head is starting to fall apart
I'm tearing this shit up, I'm tearing this shit up
I don't consider your main a dub
She's working with the bosses at the club
She pulling up, she makes sure to give your boy a hug
It's all love, man, I know it's tough
All you do is fuck up, now she in the back, sipping on yak
I'm sucking on her rack, you treat her like a trophy
But she's just a plaque, she makes sure to check with me
We taking ecstasy, drinking all the Hennessy
Pulling up in Tennessee, got the loud pack
Calling this shit Smokey Mountain, got your bitch wet
Now I'm soaking in her fountain, see us together rocking
All you have is jealousy, you be so mad she in love with me
Talking trust issues like you got some
I don't fuck with you, you just a mad bum
Bring your boo over to me, I'ma have some fun
Fuck her after blunts, then I be so done
I'ma lick on her seams, she gon' join my team, she a masterpiece
She gon love on Rei, tryna ride 'round in my horsey
Two doors, but it's a four-seat, I got a future I foresee
Muhammad Ali, I'm a slugger, bitches ass so big, bounce like rubber
Bitch, I'm Rei, I'm not your brother
She suck on me for my peanut butter
Try to cuff me, I don't love her
That's why I like pics of another
I really hate that bitch's mother
I really hate that bitch's mother
I'll never be down under
I'll never be down under
Fucking undercover
Fucking undercover
With your girl, yeah I love her
With your girl, yeah I love her
I'ma hang out with the guns, we don't believe in hot girl summers
You a bad bitch with your friends, what's that make you again
You a fucking hoe, you don't got taste or soul
I'ma fuck your girl on the high and the low
From the O to the H to the I to the O
Heartbreak kid, so I got the freshest clothes
It's on me, so you know, four-one-nine, on the line
Rei$ with a dollar sign and I'm on grind
Killing bitches be my crime (Yeah, die bitch!)
Every time I'm in the stu, talking to your boo
She pulling up, she drink my kids in a cup
Why does every time she talk I want her to shut up
I'm at the club, every thought in my head is starting to fall apart
I'm tearing this shit up, I'm tearing this shit up
Up, yeah, yeah, slatt
This is the shit, rahh
Fuck you bitch
Wahh, wahh
Fuck, fuck
Fuck you bitch
Fuck, fuck you make me so mad