Ay ay
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
Typing on computers why you talking on the internet
Baby pull up come and let me get it in
Walk in the rain and she kill like a pro
Really think that you tough till the blade hit yo throat
I'm a boss too legit when I'm making a phone
To all of yo bosses I'm getting them rolled
Better watch how you speak better lower your tone
Swear to god you a mark by the way you a hoe
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
Like f*ck all the jakes
And f*ck all the snakes
I'm making a move
I'm hitting a stain
She like how I talk
She using my slang
Go Biting my lip
And wanting a taste
Go look in her eyes
And watch how I fade
My baby so bad
Like look at her face
She looking me down
I grab on her waist wait
Baby don't wait I been moving undercover
I been masked up look away from the shutters
Striking a pose when I'm taking these pictures
She arching her back looking back like a killer
Swinging the blade move scary like thriller
AP roll through big pimp babysitter
45 with a beam Cobain pump triggers
Screw loose nut head motherf*cker I'm a sinner
Ay ay
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
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Ay ay
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
Typing on computers why you talking on the internet
Baby pull up come and let me get it in
Walk in the rain and she kill like a pro
Really think that you tough till the blade hit yo throat
I'm a boss too legit when I'm making a phone
To all of yo bosses I'm getting them rolled
Better watch how you speak better lower your tone
Swear to god you a mark by the way you a hoe
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
Like f*ck all the jakes
And f*ck all the snakes
I'm making a move
I'm hitting a stain
She like how I talk
She using my slang
Go Biting my lip
And wanting a taste
Go look in her eyes
And watch how I fade
My baby so bad
Like look at her face
She looking me down
I grab on her waist wait
Baby don't wait I been moving undercover
I been masked up look away from the shutters
Striking a pose when I'm taking these pictures
She arching her back looking back like a killer
Swinging the blade move scary like thriller
AP roll through big pimp babysitter
45 with a beam Cobain pump triggers
Screw loose nut head motherf*cker I'm a sinner
Ay ay
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
Typing on computers why you talking on the internet
Baby pull up come and let me get it in
Walk in the rain and she kill like a pro
Really think that you tough till the blade hit yo throat
I'm a boss too legit when I'm making a phone
To all of yo bosses I'm getting them rolled
Better watch how you speak better lower your tone
Swear to god you a mark by the way you a hoe
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
Like f*ck all the jakes
And f*ck all the snakes
I'm making a move
I'm hitting a stain
She like how I talk
She using my slang
Go Biting my lip
And wanting a taste
Go look in her eyes
And watch how I fade
My baby so bad
Like look at her face
She looking me down
I grab on her waist wait
Baby don't wait I been moving undercover
I been masked up look away from the shutters
Striking a pose when I'm taking these pictures
She arching her back looking back like a killer
Swinging the blade move scary like thriller
AP roll through big pimp babysitter
45 with a beam Cobain pump triggers
Screw loose nut head motherf*cker I'm a sinner
Ay ay
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough
Go Write you a check we f*ck up some O's
Like forty five cops when I hit the road
So I press the gas and make you look slow
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold
I like how it feel I think I want more
My baby want blood she drinking it slow
Writer: Roy Kim
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid