I'm just out in Houston fuckin' bitches and eatin' at Pappadeaux Bad bougie broke bitches, swear to God I hate these hoes Lot of niggas talkin' killer but ain't nobody dyin' though Always like she know some shit, that lil bitch be lyin' though One point six five, talkin' 'bout the condo Fuck her when I want to, talkin' 'bout your main ho These lil niggas talkin' crazy, make me pull the bag out Grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, catch you takin' the trash out I don't need a pass, I flex wherever I don't a bitch, it won't make me better Summer '18, I'm so disrespectful Flooded baguettes, that's a whole 'nother bezel Stick hold a hundred, that's a whole lot of pressure Hundred on me now, that's a whole lot of cheddar Fuck her on cash, bet her pussy get wetter She with a broke nigga, she don't know no better Time to go to war, I don't care who know When it come to the bag, yeah a nigga on go Six on the wood mean a nigga on the floor I don't chase bitches, yeah I just chase dough You ain't got M's, can't beef with you You ain't got shit, can't sleep with you You ain't built solid, can't eat with you Type of nigga shit can't be with you All I do is sell out shows Every time my brother went to prison, I wrote Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all trolls Y'all niggas clout chase now more than these hoes I just want a bitch who's gon' fuck me daily I don't do shit free, nigga fuck you pay me I just need a bag, I don't need no lady Still in the hood, you can find me baby Gotta keep it bangin' 'cause my buzz too big Got a new man but she still fuck with the kid I just want a bitch I can spoil right now Flawed up on the young boy right now I was in the kitchen hollerin' whip it, whip it Snitch ass nigga better zip it, zip it Real hustler gon' flip it, flip it Sauce on a nigga, yeah drip it, drip it Ridin' down Collin with the top let back But they still up fire, they gon' bust my gat I ain't gon' lie, I just want the racks Everything that I spit, lil nigga be facts Pinky ring thirty, ridin' dirty Shit pop off, I'ma ride for my whoadie For my lingo, bitch I'm sportin' Pimp shit, pimp shit, bitch I'm boatin' Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Walk around right now in Alexander McQueen Ho called right now, rollin' on a bean Guess when it comes to the pussy I'ma fiend She said I'm the realest nigga that she ever seen Head to the jeweler, finna do my wrist Bitch act up, I'ma do my bitch Spent forty-two hundred, that's on my fit I'ma chase that sack, that's on my jit X a bitch out like tic-tac-toe Your bitch ain't loyal, that I know I don't want no pussy, I just want some head I don't want no friends, I just want some bread Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies Look alive, look alive, got the bag, bitch I'm Plies