She said she like my new shit, she said I'm gettin' off
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
Most of these bitches be on Nunn, they ain't Natalie
I be in the lane, tryna punch like I'm Zachary
I don't want the watch, buss down I want it factory
Catch a nigga outside, do him tragically
Nigga made his name off gettin' cheese and gettin' fly for real
Way a young nigga charter planes he need a pilot deal
Bitch bad, I'ma hit her phone when I got time to kill
She confused how I'm gettin' racks and ain't signed for real
I'ma catch you if you throw it, I can't drop you, baby
She wanna do it, I'm like, yes we can, like I'm Obama, baby
Third cup of triss got me slurred, now I'm soundin' crazy
You don't wanna go and get a bag, boy, you soundin' lazy
You don't wanna go and get no pape, boy, you soundin' sick
Nigga pulled up with the green, Ew brother what is this shit
She out here actin' green, damn, gotta make a switch
Yes, I can do my own stunts, wanna see a trick
Yeah, she can do it with no hands, she professional
Yeah, he keep playin' with my mans, you the next to go
Pull up, I need car service, you barely get bar service
Every time they think a nigga comin, they get all nervous
I'm in the mall buyin' shit cause of the colorway
Could really spin this shit twice like the number eight
Told the gang, we need big M's like we Michigan
If a nigga play, we bringing poles like a fishing trip
Have you ever seen a car flip like a gymnast
Seven-six-two, transform you like Autobots
Hit a nigga from the waist up, he gettin' jumbo cropped
Walk a nigga down and make him dance like the poppin' lock
Every time we f*ck, she go to sleep, I'm the rock-a-bye
Niggas found out I was gettin' paid, now they pocket watch
Doin' shit different, niggas never seen a Baclava
Mixin' up the sense, that's why I said with the Baccarat
She said she like my new shit, she said I'm gettin' off
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
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She said she like my new shit, she said I'm gettin' off
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
Most of these bitches be on Nunn, they ain't Natalie
I be in the lane, tryna punch like I'm Zachary
I don't want the watch, buss down I want it factory
Catch a nigga outside, do him tragically
Nigga made his name off gettin' cheese and gettin' fly for real
Way a young nigga charter planes he need a pilot deal
Bitch bad, I'ma hit her phone when I got time to kill
She confused how I'm gettin' racks and ain't signed for real
I'ma catch you if you throw it, I can't drop you, baby
She wanna do it, I'm like, yes we can, like I'm Obama, baby
Third cup of triss got me slurred, now I'm soundin' crazy
You don't wanna go and get a bag, boy, you soundin' lazy
You don't wanna go and get no pape, boy, you soundin' sick
Nigga pulled up with the green, Ew brother what is this shit
She out here actin' green, damn, gotta make a switch
Yes, I can do my own stunts, wanna see a trick
Yeah, she can do it with no hands, she professional
Yeah, he keep playin' with my mans, you the next to go
Pull up, I need car service, you barely get bar service
Every time they think a nigga comin, they get all nervous
I'm in the mall buyin' shit cause of the colorway
Could really spin this shit twice like the number eight
Told the gang, we need big M's like we Michigan
If a nigga play, we bringing poles like a fishing trip
Have you ever seen a car flip like a gymnast
Seven-six-two, transform you like Autobots
Hit a nigga from the waist up, he gettin' jumbo cropped
Walk a nigga down and make him dance like the poppin' lock
Every time we f*ck, she go to sleep, I'm the rock-a-bye
Niggas found out I was gettin' paid, now they pocket watch
Doin' shit different, niggas never seen a Baclava
Mixin' up the sense, that's why I said with the Baccarat
She said she like my new shit, she said I'm gettin' off
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
Most of these bitches be on Nunn, they ain't Natalie
I be in the lane, tryna punch like I'm Zachary
I don't want the watch, buss down I want it factory
Catch a nigga outside, do him tragically
Nigga made his name off gettin' cheese and gettin' fly for real
Way a young nigga charter planes he need a pilot deal
Bitch bad, I'ma hit her phone when I got time to kill
She confused how I'm gettin' racks and ain't signed for real
I'ma catch you if you throw it, I can't drop you, baby
She wanna do it, I'm like, yes we can, like I'm Obama, baby
Third cup of triss got me slurred, now I'm soundin' crazy
You don't wanna go and get a bag, boy, you soundin' lazy
You don't wanna go and get no pape, boy, you soundin' sick
Nigga pulled up with the green, Ew brother what is this shit
She out here actin' green, damn, gotta make a switch
Yes, I can do my own stunts, wanna see a trick
Yeah, she can do it with no hands, she professional
Yeah, he keep playin' with my mans, you the next to go
Pull up, I need car service, you barely get bar service
Every time they think a nigga comin, they get all nervous
I'm in the mall buyin' shit cause of the colorway
Could really spin this shit twice like the number eight
Told the gang, we need big M's like we Michigan
If a nigga play, we bringing poles like a fishing trip
Have you ever seen a car flip like a gymnast
Seven-six-two, transform you like Autobots
Hit a nigga from the waist up, he gettin' jumbo cropped
Walk a nigga down and make him dance like the poppin' lock
Every time we f*ck, she go to sleep, I'm the rock-a-bye
Niggas found out I was gettin' paid, now they pocket watch
Doin' shit different, niggas never seen a Baclava
Mixin' up the sense, that's why I said with the Baccarat
She said she like my new shit, she said I'm gettin' off
I'm gettin' money, so don't ask me what it cost, it's on me
Got my young nigga in the field like he runnin' routes
My bitch caught me with my cup again she try to pour it out
Bad bitches want me after hours like a sneaky link
Niggas both eatin' well done, leave the wagyu pink
I done got my racks right, now these niggas mad at me
I can't shoot a bag in A.Z. like I'm Bradley
Writer: K FERGUSON
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