LV TNY - 37oo Lyrics

Hey lil mama hell yeah bag cost thirty seven hundred
Hey lli mama hell yeah bag cost thirty seven hundred
Thirty seven hundred thirty seven hundred
Hey lil mama hell yeah bag cost thirty seven hundred
Saucy then a bitch did I get some on you
Little bit of lean and a lot of Marijuana
Louis V jeans and a cartier on me
All that ass with little bitty tummy
Already told you it's a wrap like a mummy
And if it wasn't a wrap she would wrap shit for me
Trap still trap still jumping
Don't mean nothing cause the raps still coming
Don't mean mug cause the strap still on me
Oh seven tray and they a clap shit for me
Yelling no cap had to clap lil buddy
I ain't lay down like a mattress f*ck it
Had to double back like a backflip cousin
That was last Friday no Chris Tucker
Sleep with a bad bitch I ain't even f*ck her
Stayed two days brought a whole lot of luggage
Mouth full can't say a whole lot of nothing
Throw it back make a nigga hold on to something
Damn near forgot I got a whole nother woman
Then she say she got a lil bulge in her stomach
Nigga ain't never get to hold him or nothing
Karma feel like I still owe a lil something
Got another sprite bout to pour a lil something
Had a good night I'm just hoping for another
Ten o'clock flight yeah I'm late but I'm coming
First class straight you know I ate a lil something
Ten K for the lil bracelet on
Looking like I'm about to take a spaceship home
Six hour flight just take to long
F*ck around and buy a vacation home