[BossMan Dlow]
(Steve made this motherfucker here)
(Lako)
(Uno, you the GOAT)
Yeah, Big Za
[BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
[BossMan Dlow]
Soon as they gave me the ball, I dunked like I'm Ja Morant
Security kicked me out the mall, I left dog shit in Saks (Saks)
Come get you a rich nigga, bae, stop fuckin' with them lames (Lames)
I could be at an arcade, baby, I still don't play no game (No game)
I walked in the mall with thirty, fucked around and ran through it (Ran through it)
I put on for the streets, pretty bitches love trap music (Yeah)
Two hundred in the Gucci bag, fifty in a fanny pack (Yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, I'm drivin' like a maniac
Huh, twenty-four hour trap, we stay open, boy (We stay open, boy)
Huh, I ride nothin' but strikers like I'm bowlin', boy
Can't none of them boys stop me, we the ones gon' pop it (Gon' pop it)
I need mine ASAP, chain hittin' like Rocky
[BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
[Ice Spice]
Bad as fuck, I serve face (Like), bougie like my wordplay (Grrah)
Thought I was a good girl, then did his ass the worst way (Grrah)
Sayin' you don't like rich niggas trickin', that's a poor take (Mm)
Think you can afford me? I'm like, "Are you sure, bae?" (Mm)
He just let his money talk (Grrah)
Cold as fuck, I give him chills, I like hundred dollar bills (Grrah)
Real right and I'm built nice (Damn), got him in his feels
Sittin' pretty in his Hellcat, he let me grip the wheel (Grrah)
Up and down his algorithm (Yeah), every pic I post is pain (Yeah)
I put that on that shit for real (Grrah), broke hoes don't even know the name (Like)
Carti' frames, they throwin' shade, see me and get blown away (Grrah)
Keep it cute, just like when I post, he don't got no complaints
[BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
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