Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram, I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
Yeah, better keep it cool 'cause this shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke, now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin', flee the country
Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy, I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie but I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrr)
Pop out with a new bitch, I cut off my old one (Skrr)
You can't even talk to me, you don't got a M (No way)
Ay, pushing in that fast bitch, ten times ten
I'm up in Atlanta, fucked a thottie in a penthouse
Wonder if she know that she won't see me again, wow
Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram, I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
I'ma real deal spiller, pull up sharper than a knife
Let's hit four seasons, let me fuck you on the skyline
Yeah, I ain't take no Perc' in a minute (Perc'), I'm itchin'
Baby, I don't got no other women, ha, I'm kiddin'
I be havin' hoes like I'ma pimp (Pimp), huh, I'm pimpin'
Booted on the court like Scottie Pippen (Pippen), ain't missin' (No cap)
Better keep it cool 'cause this shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke, now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin', flee the country
Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy, I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie but I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrr)
Pop out with a new bitch, I cut off my old one
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