A-A-A model, that shit final
Frr, oh
I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz
(Oh, oh) We pop at your man
(Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a sin
Pop at your man
Pop at your butt
Pop out the cut
I'm havin' it on you
Haters stick for real, hey, you big for real (Shit)
I told him to steal for real, thinkin' I'm feelin' it
I like my bitch like I like my purse, yeah
All that shit bustin', I cop her a purse (Oh, yeah)
Hit from the back, I be biting my shirt (Goddamn)
She say she wanna stay the night, all night (Phew)
Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches shit
Chain swinging on me, got a whole lot of chicken shit (Yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists
Plain Jane, Rolex (Yeah), it's a whole damn check
Swear they can't fuck with me, like I'm celibate
I got skin in the game, I can celebrate
And this shit is the fan, I can celebrate
All I hang with is demons and minutes
I got niggas, who shoot for me, shawty (For shawty)
All that shit out the roof for me, shawty (For sure)
It go "Doo-doo-doo" 'bout me, shawty (Brr)
Don't play with my body, don't play with my body
Frr, oh
I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz (I'm in the shit)
(Oh, oh) We pop at your man (We-e)
(Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a sin
We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight
We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
