Yeah, chop shit like J Dilla
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
And I won't lean, she won't love, we talkin' bout different L's
They told you don't play with fire, f*ck with me, you gon' burn yourself
My bitch a fashion killer, she beggin' me, buy her a Marni belt
Yeah, my other bitch want me to buy her a Birkin, I'm thinkin' she high as hell
Yeah, my other bitch wanted some Issey Miyake, I want her to touch on my body, yeah
Didn't know you got wet like this, you got a tsunami body, yeah
I'm at the Ritz right now, I sent you a car, just come to the lobby, yeah
I want your bitch right now, she f*cking with me cause she's doin' this sloppy
Yeah, chop shit like J Dilla
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
Boy, shut up, just because I said I do like money, don't mean that I'm a gold-digger or certain shit or like whatever the f*ck you think
I am just a regular person, but I like money, the f*ck
I like to buy shit, and I want somebody else to buy me shit
Like, I'm still normal, so don't do too mf' much
I don't give a f*ck about no Chanel bag
I like jewelry
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Yeah, chop shit like J Dilla
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
And I won't lean, she won't love, we talkin' bout different L's
They told you don't play with fire, f*ck with me, you gon' burn yourself
My bitch a fashion killer, she beggin' me, buy her a Marni belt
Yeah, my other bitch want me to buy her a Birkin, I'm thinkin' she high as hell
Yeah, my other bitch wanted some Issey Miyake, I want her to touch on my body, yeah
Didn't know you got wet like this, you got a tsunami body, yeah
I'm at the Ritz right now, I sent you a car, just come to the lobby, yeah
I want your bitch right now, she f*cking with me cause she's doin' this sloppy
Yeah, chop shit like J Dilla
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
Boy, shut up, just because I said I do like money, don't mean that I'm a gold-digger or certain shit or like whatever the f*ck you think
I am just a regular person, but I like money, the f*ck
I like to buy shit, and I want somebody else to buy me shit
Like, I'm still normal, so don't do too mf' much
I don't give a f*ck about no Chanel bag
I like jewelry
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
And I won't lean, she won't love, we talkin' bout different L's
They told you don't play with fire, f*ck with me, you gon' burn yourself
My bitch a fashion killer, she beggin' me, buy her a Marni belt
Yeah, my other bitch want me to buy her a Birkin, I'm thinkin' she high as hell
Yeah, my other bitch wanted some Issey Miyake, I want her to touch on my body, yeah
Didn't know you got wet like this, you got a tsunami body, yeah
I'm at the Ritz right now, I sent you a car, just come to the lobby, yeah
I want your bitch right now, she f*cking with me cause she's doin' this sloppy
Yeah, chop shit like J Dilla
My new bitch came like a runway model, I swear she a fashion killer
I need space, these hoes be blowin' my high for real, it's makin' me sicker
She been puttin' in work, her ass got stripes on the back she look like Tigger
I'm outside, come see me, and he can't go where the five be goin
I know that nigga a peewee, gotta shooter he old as f*ck
He ready for war, he movin' like B.G
He did all that dissin' and now he wanna stay alive, but this ain't the Bee Gees
Boy, shut up, just because I said I do like money, don't mean that I'm a gold-digger or certain shit or like whatever the f*ck you think
I am just a regular person, but I like money, the f*ck
I like to buy shit, and I want somebody else to buy me shit
Like, I'm still normal, so don't do too mf' much
I don't give a f*ck about no Chanel bag
I like jewelry
Writer: K FERGUSON
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