Yeah, yeah
Dope boy lifestyle, get money, I'ma chase it
Bad bitch takin' shots and she don't need no chaser
She say she in love with me, she know I'm gettin' some paper
Man, I love the foreign girls, I promise ain't tryna date ya
Miri super P for real, I swear it's confidential
He can't come around if that boy talkin' on that pillow
Uh, on that pillow, he talkin' on that pillow
Baby, I got Tyler with me, go'n and bring your sister
[HeadHuncho Amir]
I'ma mack a bitch before I gotta trick, it's off the convo
He ain't gettin' served in this door, we don't know him, he a undo
'Member tryna stack a dime, know I'm gettin' 5K for a promo
In a Bnb with five bad bitches and I'm dolo
1942 back to back, I'm tryna get the section wasted
We them young niggas who gettin' money, we don't do no hatin'
I don't really do no talkin', it ain't 'bout no paper
Bad bitch, she wanna eat me like a Now and Later
Fat boy fresh, Coogi sweater and some wheat Timbs
Fine shit, she look good in Pucci or some Skims
I done had a Kay and Kiki, never had a Kim
My new bitch, she look like Trina and she know I'm him
Ice on my neck, lookin' like I'm playin' hockey
Never forget loyalty and my pocket stocky
I'm a laid back nigga, please don't make me pop it
The bigger picture didn't make sense, so I had to crop it
[HeadHuncho Amir & Luh Tyler]
Yeah, yeah
Dope boy lifestyle, get money, I'ma chase it
Bad bitch takin' shots and she don't need no chaser
She say she in love with me, she know I'm gettin' some paper
Man, I love the foreign girls, I promise ain't tryna date ya
Miri super P for real, I swear it's confidential (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, skii, skii, skii)
He can't come around if that boy talkin' on that pillow (Yeah, skii, skii)
Uh, on that pillow, he talkin' on that pillow (Ayy, the skiimiest, nigga, the skiimiest ever)
Baby, I got Tyler with me, go'n and bring your sister (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Luh Tyler]
Money on my mind, I can't get it out my head (Yeah)
Soon I'm finna have the whole loaf, I keep stackin' this bread (On God, nigga)
Like Soulja Boy, I turn my swag on, hop out the bed (Yeah)
I told her, "You can keep your pants on, just want the head," yeah
Man, these niggas can't even breathe 'cause I'm on they neck, yeah (Damn)
Nike should come sign me, I'm all about a check, yeah (Cha-ching)
I bust down the time piece, yeah, a young nigga froze (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
My lil' bro so slimy, that boy might wipe your nose (Huh, huh, huh)
Bad bitch, that pussy wet, that shit like the pool (Like the pool)
I'm from Florida where it's hot (Yeah), but the hoes say I'm cool (They say I'm cool)
I done ran up a whole a lot of pink fifties and blues (Yeah, yeah)
Shit broke my heart, I woke up, seen my nigga on the news (Damn)
Damn, the streets takin' a hold on him, like, him don't got no feelings left
I just poured some and rolled one, like, ooh, I think I feel myself
Yeah, ayy, I feel myself (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I think I feel myself (Ooh, on God)
Yeah, I think I feel myself (Yeah)
Bitch, yeah, I feel myself (Feel myself)
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