Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga hit his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
I don't even need no stylist
Dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
She keep on feelin' my body
Damn, she mix the perc with the molly
Damn, silk sheets made by Versace
I dare a f*ck nigga come try me
Keep it real with me
Promise I won't tell you no lie
Damn, I can't trust nobody
This shit got me loosing my mind
(this shit got me loosing my mind)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP and I got two sluts
I'ma get money forever
Need to go buss down the bezel, yeah
And she said she love me forever, yeah
All of this ice got me freezin' up
And I just been sippin' on drink
I can't even remember your name, girl
I'm finna go buss down the chain
Got no money, you should be ashamed
Hop on a flight, girl, coming to you
Me and her got matching Ricky boots
Too high, I barely can manage
When I get too geeked, my girl can't stand it
Huh, this not a Porsche 911
Hop in the ghost, can't find me
Yeah, she keep on pullin' my chain
Damn, she wanna have my last name
Huh, I'm just feelin' fade away
Huh, girl, I can't love you, bae
Yeah, GG on my waist
Benji, I get expensive taste
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these bad-ass sluts
Think I wanna get a Bentley truck
Hit her I got the lil hoe stuck, yeah
Count up, racks got a ton
Huh, she sip to drink and get numb
Huh, she put a perc on her tongue
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
Huh, It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
Huh, I don't even need no stylist
Yeah, dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this Amiri not Armani
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
(know we don't even gotta fuss)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these badass sluts
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English
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga hit his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
I don't even need no stylist
Dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
She keep on feelin' my body
Damn, she mix the perc with the molly
Damn, silk sheets made by Versace
I dare a f*ck nigga come try me
Keep it real with me
Promise I won't tell you no lie
Damn, I can't trust nobody
This shit got me loosing my mind
(this shit got me loosing my mind)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP and I got two sluts
I'ma get money forever
Need to go buss down the bezel, yeah
And she said she love me forever, yeah
All of this ice got me freezin' up
And I just been sippin' on drink
I can't even remember your name, girl
I'm finna go buss down the chain
Got no money, you should be ashamed
Hop on a flight, girl, coming to you
Me and her got matching Ricky boots
Too high, I barely can manage
When I get too geeked, my girl can't stand it
Huh, this not a Porsche 911
Hop in the ghost, can't find me
Yeah, she keep on pullin' my chain
Damn, she wanna have my last name
Huh, I'm just feelin' fade away
Huh, girl, I can't love you, bae
Yeah, GG on my waist
Benji, I get expensive taste
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these bad-ass sluts
Think I wanna get a Bentley truck
Hit her I got the lil hoe stuck, yeah
Count up, racks got a ton
Huh, she sip to drink and get numb
Huh, she put a perc on her tongue
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
Huh, It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
Huh, I don't even need no stylist
Yeah, dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this Amiri not Armani
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
(know we don't even gotta fuss)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these badass sluts
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga hit his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
I don't even need no stylist
Dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
She keep on feelin' my body
Damn, she mix the perc with the molly
Damn, silk sheets made by Versace
I dare a f*ck nigga come try me
Keep it real with me
Promise I won't tell you no lie
Damn, I can't trust nobody
This shit got me loosing my mind
(this shit got me loosing my mind)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP and I got two sluts
I'ma get money forever
Need to go buss down the bezel, yeah
And she said she love me forever, yeah
All of this ice got me freezin' up
And I just been sippin' on drink
I can't even remember your name, girl
I'm finna go buss down the chain
Got no money, you should be ashamed
Hop on a flight, girl, coming to you
Me and her got matching Ricky boots
Too high, I barely can manage
When I get too geeked, my girl can't stand it
Huh, this not a Porsche 911
Hop in the ghost, can't find me
Yeah, she keep on pullin' my chain
Damn, she wanna have my last name
Huh, I'm just feelin' fade away
Huh, girl, I can't love you, bae
Yeah, GG on my waist
Benji, I get expensive taste
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these bad-ass sluts
Think I wanna get a Bentley truck
Hit her I got the lil hoe stuck, yeah
Count up, racks got a ton
Huh, she sip to drink and get numb
Huh, she put a perc on her tongue
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
Yeah, I know we went a lil' crazy
Baby, can we keep this shit on the hush
Nigga done fell out with all this money
But I want a bad bitch right on my side
Damn, she got a bad reputation
And I love when she FaceTime me naked
Yeah, I just went and bought a new stick
Huh, It was some niggas that doubted
I just went iced out my wrist
That nigga his diamonds they so cloudy
Yeah, walk-in the mall drop some racks
Huh, I don't even need no stylist
Yeah, dumpin' dis big ass chopper
Huh, dis shit be rocking my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this shit be rockin' my body
Huh, this Amiri not Armani
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch, she come top me, yeah, yeah
Baby, know we don't even gotta fuss
(know we don't even gotta fuss)
Just call ima pick you up
VIP with these badass sluts
Writer: Isaiah Boyd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid