Yeah, yeah
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f*cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you f*ck with?
Yeah, who you f*ck with? Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a client crib crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f*ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f*cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f*ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
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Yeah, yeah
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f*cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you f*ck with?
Yeah, who you f*ck with? Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a client crib crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f*ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f*cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f*ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f*cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you f*ck with?
Yeah, who you f*ck with? Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a client crib crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f*ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f*cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f*ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC