No bap, hit the road with all type of shit
Bitch ain't with that load, that shit get you blitzed
Bentley truck, it's on the road, bitch, I went legit
Black bitch, pink toes, all fine shit
Rolls-Royce, Margiela, we count too much pape'
Count up on a Sunday, can't forgot to say my prayers
These hoes actin' funny, had to go and get my paper up
Left that ho right where she was at, I told her I can't wait up
Can't wait up on her
Ran up these fuckin' racks, I did shit by my lonely
In the back of that Maybach, lil' bitch, I feel like Tony
And I done went platinum, this shit get kinda lonely
They can't believe me, brand-new pointers, brand-new diamonds, bitch, I'm gettin' sea sick
Ran up hella racks and niggas said they can't believe it
In a romance with these bitches, I can't see it
I just want more money, more codeine and that's two liter
Fuck what they sayin', if she actin' up, then I delete her
Block her phone number, cut her off and then I re-up
Stack these blue hundreds, stay with racks like I'm Bieber
Solid lil' ho, cut her off, bitch, I don't need her
I mistreat that bitch
Spendin' hundreds on Bitcoin, bitch, I need that shit
On the 'Gram, I'm up recordin', you should've seen that shit
Ha, nigga, pink fifties, nigga, pink slip
All blue strips, 60K for Nip
Sixty blues, pull 'em out, let's take a trip
You don't want it, uh, we take him down, we takin' shit (Takin' shit)
Lil' ho get the crew, they in the drop, they broke as shit
Shit, yeah
Broke-ass niggas hatin' on shit, uh (Brr)
We way in our shit, mm
We way in our shit
