Written

Yeah, bitch lemme guess you drunk?
In here dancing on me, you thick as fuck
Yo Friend thick too, but it’s not enough
His bitch in my dm’s so I guess it’s up
If you ain’t street
I can’t do a song with you
Niggas really broke
That’s the first thing that’s wrong with you
Buffs white as hell
Looking like a roll of tissue
I don’t wanna fuck
I’ma let lil' brodie hit you
How them titties sit up like that? (How you do that?)
Bitch, why that ass so fat? (Why that ass so fat?)
Get on the pole
Ass naked, I’ma throw a rack
Get all them hoes you be with, tell em throw it back (C'mon)
If they ain’t tryna fuck everybody, they can lift back
I don’t want yo chain, but you can get yo bitch snatched (Cmere)
I got the blick
got the blick me and my bitch match
Get on the motherfucking floor with it
She staring at a nigga, sliding up and down the pole with it
AR with me, I came through the front door with it
Bitch too rich, I can’t let a broke hoe get me (Hell Nah)
Say she want some ace of spades
I don’t even drink, but it’s on the way
I don’t gotta flex, bitch you know i’m paid
I don’t do shit here
Catch me out the way
Waiting on the zip, Busting [?}-pops
Poured a whole pint of acorn and i’m still alive
She say when I fuck her from the back, I make her feel alive
I’ma make this bitch cum a thousand times
I think niggas ran out of money
That’s why they ain’t throwing shit
If I don’t buy this bitch what she want, she gone throw a fit
If she don’t buy me what I want she get b-side bitch
Got a bag
My west side bitch so bad, this bitch a demon
My bitch from Toronto look like I just took her out the freezer
The only way my foreign bitch here cause she got a visa
Put yo best picture on a shirt, I just need a reason (I just need a reason)
I just dog walked this bad bitch, she say she from England
I don’t know if this the same thing as the United Kingdom
All I know is this Burberry make me feel like i’m from Britain
I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written
Play by the rules, don’t get lost
It’s really pimpin'
I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
Now I’m dropping zips of the dog inside the blender
I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written
Play by the rules, don’t get lost
It’s really pimpin'
I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
Now I’m dropping zips of the dog inside the blender