| Nigga can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherfuckin' drank |
| Fifties look like my cup, it's pink, yeah |
| Go to the bank and pull out them Franks |
| I put on Cologne in the bank (Yeah) |
| Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin' neck, I'm a walkin' saint |
| Asked her, said she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, |
| yeah (Which one you really wanna cry in?) |
| Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah |
| Fuck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up |
| (Niggas gone have to kill me, gotta kill me nigga, yeah, fuck you nigga) |
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| Take half a mil' out the bank, put it in this bitch face, she got scared, |
| kinda she ain't ever seen that much money, bet I make her faint (I make her |
| faint) |
| She told me, "Change the light in the car," so she can get her a lil' picture |
| Soon as I bought her Chanel, she ain't wanna go back to her nigga (Ain't wanna |
| go back to that nigga") |
| (She like, "Fuck that nigga, man, that nigga could never do what you do") |
| (Yeah) |
| (Yeah, fuck that nigga, fuck 'em) |
| Black trucks behind me in traffic (Traffic, yeah) |
| Snipers on the fuckin' roof, I give 'em the green light, he gon' smash it (Woo) |
| Don't hurt your head, turn backwards (Turn backwards) |
| Got a lil' bitch and she up in my payroll, workin' that magic |
| Bitch twice my age (Woo), but she still calling me daddy (Woo) |
| In a black truck (Woo), it's a Caddy |
| Got a lot of these bad bitches on me shakin' ass, yeah, they get ratchet |
| I'm off that boop, baby, what's happenin'? |
| Tell that boy you'll see him later, finna pick you up in the Rolls (Woo, skrrt) |
| Fast forward through the night, then I had her friend up in the Ghost (Skrrt) |
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| Cleanin' my car in the rain (In the rain, nigga) |
| Nigga can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherfuckin' drank |
| Fifties look like my cup, it's pink, yeah |
| Go to the bank and pull out them Franks |
| I put on Cologne in the bank (Yeah) |
| Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin' neck, I'm a walkin' saint |
| Asked her, said she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, |
| yeah (Which one you really wanna cry in?) |
| Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah |
| Fuck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up |
| (Niggas gone have to kill me, gotta kill me nigga, yeah, fuck you nigga) |
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| I ain't the type of nigga to share my fragrance, yeah |
| Can't be smellin' the same around these bitches young nigga, you hear me |
| My memory clouded up by drugs, sip codeine 'til I'm dizzy |
| Park the Maybach on the curb, got these white people like, "He trippin'" |
| I snaked you but you snaked me first, why it gotta be reptilian |
| I sip on the purp', not the green, that's yo boyfriend, he chameleon |
| You gotta know what's going on, I'm not a regular civilian |
| I told my mom before she was gone that I'd see me a million |
| Oh, the irony, oh-oh |
| Better get his bitch 'fore I take her home 'cause she eyein' me, oh |
| Bitch, I ain't stupid, think I'm a trick, I ain't buyin' it, yeah |
| Sit in the back of the Ghost like I'm possessed |
| Take her to designer stores, watch her get undressed |
| Instagram bio say she highly favored and she blessed |
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