See my bad ass bitch?
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
This a big glock
Put a big drum up in this bitch
I'm a big thot
Trying to stop f*cking someone bitch
I got big knots up
Said I wouldn't run up in yo crib?
Boy that's bitch talk
Know that boy, he running to the feds
See, I can't work with niggas ain't getting no money
I just can't take it serious
Top floor, motel suite, taking my spiritual bitch
She feel like she living in pyramids
I send a bitch back to the store just to get me a wood
Because this one here got a tear in it
I ain't never worried bout none of these niggas in the hood
That problems solver, I carry it
F*cking het in the Tubman, No Harriet
While she stay at the Marriott
In this bitch just like a tampon
Goldchain carry the drum, no camprock
Please don't f*ck around and get yo man shot
Cleaning the money, you know that the bands hot
F*ck up the spell, she got no way home
Pushing a button and poof, they gone
Niggas want beef, that Filet mignon
Big Beloved the nastiest nigga alive
Bitches swoon when this bald head nigga arrive
It's my Jordan year, I feel like I'm on the rise
Shooting shots at these hoes like I'm Steph in disguise
Niggas hard like the Mets, so you know that they lied
Quentin Tarantino, once upon a time
Yeah, huh
But that shit over
Played out and these niggas just getting older
See my bad ass bitch?
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
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See my bad ass bitch?
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
This a big glock
Put a big drum up in this bitch
I'm a big thot
Trying to stop f*cking someone bitch
I got big knots up
Said I wouldn't run up in yo crib?
Boy that's bitch talk
Know that boy, he running to the feds
See, I can't work with niggas ain't getting no money
I just can't take it serious
Top floor, motel suite, taking my spiritual bitch
She feel like she living in pyramids
I send a bitch back to the store just to get me a wood
Because this one here got a tear in it
I ain't never worried bout none of these niggas in the hood
That problems solver, I carry it
F*cking het in the Tubman, No Harriet
While she stay at the Marriott
In this bitch just like a tampon
Goldchain carry the drum, no camprock
Please don't f*ck around and get yo man shot
Cleaning the money, you know that the bands hot
F*ck up the spell, she got no way home
Pushing a button and poof, they gone
Niggas want beef, that Filet mignon
Big Beloved the nastiest nigga alive
Bitches swoon when this bald head nigga arrive
It's my Jordan year, I feel like I'm on the rise
Shooting shots at these hoes like I'm Steph in disguise
Niggas hard like the Mets, so you know that they lied
Quentin Tarantino, once upon a time
Yeah, huh
But that shit over
Played out and these niggas just getting older
See my bad ass bitch?
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
This a big glock
Put a big drum up in this bitch
I'm a big thot
Trying to stop f*cking someone bitch
I got big knots up
Said I wouldn't run up in yo crib?
Boy that's bitch talk
Know that boy, he running to the feds
See, I can't work with niggas ain't getting no money
I just can't take it serious
Top floor, motel suite, taking my spiritual bitch
She feel like she living in pyramids
I send a bitch back to the store just to get me a wood
Because this one here got a tear in it
I ain't never worried bout none of these niggas in the hood
That problems solver, I carry it
F*cking het in the Tubman, No Harriet
While she stay at the Marriott
In this bitch just like a tampon
Goldchain carry the drum, no camprock
Please don't f*ck around and get yo man shot
Cleaning the money, you know that the bands hot
F*ck up the spell, she got no way home
Pushing a button and poof, they gone
Niggas want beef, that Filet mignon
Big Beloved the nastiest nigga alive
Bitches swoon when this bald head nigga arrive
It's my Jordan year, I feel like I'm on the rise
Shooting shots at these hoes like I'm Steph in disguise
Niggas hard like the Mets, so you know that they lied
Quentin Tarantino, once upon a time
Yeah, huh
But that shit over
Played out and these niggas just getting older
See my bad ass bitch?
(Damn it must be nice)
See Goldchain wrist?
(Yeah, it must be nice)
No heads on my spliff
(Damn, it must be nice)
No scuffs on my kicks
(Yeah, it must be nice)
She trying to pop that pussy
(Damn, it must be tight)
He ain't got no stick
(Damn, he must hate life)
He ain't got no whip
(Came here on a bike)
She ain't got no whip
(Came here on this pipe)
Writer: David Seals, Jazerie Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid