Yeah, yeah, yeah
That bitch is on the team she cheatin' on her baby dad
I posted a pic the other day and now your lady's mad
Knocking at your door I got the gunner with me
She don't like me dawg she only like jewelry
What's up with all that shit you bitches talkin' bout on comments
I'm gang affiliated and these youngsters be about it
F*ckin' all these hoes I'm just the one to mistreat her
My bitch is stressin' out, she said she got no freedom
She used to be with you she said you never got gangsta
These rappers stay snitchin' and they still got famous
F*ck them hoes too she a anime lover
Bring that bitch up to the room I'ma hit it with a rubber
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
I love the sound of money counting soothing like a lullaby
Like a natural body I don't want a bitch that's modified
I try to break her back she tough like plexi
She off the Jack and she sniffing Pepsi
I got diamonds on my body every limb and none are counterfeit
Piling up my money now it looking like Mount Everest
I know I'm making moves friends turning nemesis's
I talk to super models call them friends with benefits and
Pretty girls are like a drug and I'm a fiend
She knows she get who she wants she the baddest on the scene
She took me home then she took it to the spleen
That pussy tighter then a guillotine so I
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
That bitch is on the team she cheatin' on her baby dad
I posted a pic the other day and now your lady's mad
Knocking at your door I got the gunner with me
She don't like me dawg she only like jewelry
What's up with all that shit you bitches talkin' bout on comments
I'm gang affiliated and these youngsters be about it
F*ckin' all these hoes I'm just the one to mistreat her
My bitch is stressin' out, she said she got no freedom
She used to be with you she said you never got gangsta
These rappers stay snitchin' and they still got famous
F*ck them hoes too she a anime lover
Bring that bitch up to the room I'ma hit it with a rubber
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
I love the sound of money counting soothing like a lullaby
Like a natural body I don't want a bitch that's modified
I try to break her back she tough like plexi
She off the Jack and she sniffing Pepsi
I got diamonds on my body every limb and none are counterfeit
Piling up my money now it looking like Mount Everest
I know I'm making moves friends turning nemesis's
I talk to super models call them friends with benefits and
Pretty girls are like a drug and I'm a fiend
She knows she get who she wants she the baddest on the scene
She took me home then she took it to the spleen
That pussy tighter then a guillotine so I
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
That bitch is on the team she cheatin' on her baby dad
I posted a pic the other day and now your lady's mad
Knocking at your door I got the gunner with me
She don't like me dawg she only like jewelry
What's up with all that shit you bitches talkin' bout on comments
I'm gang affiliated and these youngsters be about it
F*ckin' all these hoes I'm just the one to mistreat her
My bitch is stressin' out, she said she got no freedom
She used to be with you she said you never got gangsta
These rappers stay snitchin' and they still got famous
F*ck them hoes too she a anime lover
Bring that bitch up to the room I'ma hit it with a rubber
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
I love the sound of money counting soothing like a lullaby
Like a natural body I don't want a bitch that's modified
I try to break her back she tough like plexi
She off the Jack and she sniffing Pepsi
I got diamonds on my body every limb and none are counterfeit
Piling up my money now it looking like Mount Everest
I know I'm making moves friends turning nemesis's
I talk to super models call them friends with benefits and
Pretty girls are like a drug and I'm a fiend
She knows she get who she wants she the baddest on the scene
She took me home then she took it to the spleen
That pussy tighter then a guillotine so I
Filled a bag looking bad, moving clean clean clean
Smoking sack broke her back sipping lean lean lean
Looking chill how she feel make her spin spin spin
Wicked racks hundred bands I'm a G, G, G
Your bitch chilling with me when you're busy
I flipped a couple keys and I'm trapping like I'm Whitney
Your bitch with me, probably why she missing
All your homies missing I said hold up then it went bang bang
Writer: Devyn Boricic
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