(Man, you already know it's finna be lit cause it's yit)
Hollup
I- I make 14 bands a minute
Slow down bitch, you reach my limit
She turned her location off, think I'm a dimwit
But I don't care bitch, I'm back in the Bentley
I tellin' you shit, I ain't doin' it gently
Quit smilin' at me, bitch I ain't bein' friendly
I got wit yo girl and it was accidentally
Said 14 I lied, it lookin like twenty
He be so young, he gettin' money
Shut up wit yo laughin' this shit ain't be funny
I call yo girl and she callin' me honey
I needa sit down I'm like, damn I'm on twenty
He be beggin' and prayin' I flop
I pray to God, he behind all these hits
They callin' me and they ask when I stop
How come they only ask when I be rich?
Count up all my digits
Crash out on these bitches
Yes I count up all my riches
I do what you do in wishes
Talk to me, get left in stiches
That boy too big for his britches
I break them up just like some dishes
All my fragrances are niches
Hollup
I- I make 14 bands a minute
Slow down bitch, you reach my limit
She turned her location off, think I'm a dimwit
But I don't care bitch, I'm back in the Bentley
I tellin' you shit, I ain't doin' it gently
Quit smilin' at me, bitch I ain't bein' friendly
I got wit yo girl and it was accidentally
Said 14 I lied, it lookin like twenty