I'ma do my own shit, don't give a fuck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away
War ready, bitch, the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold, I'll bless a pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch, I got beaucoup cash
Come shop with me, we move them bags
And yeah, we moving fast
Get off my dick, lil' groupie-ass
Keep playing and lose your hat
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn, I'm so used to that
Pussy niggas coppin' deuces, they know we don't wave flags
Hit up Bap, he up the Mac, and blow your shit way back
Pulled up met the plug right there, racetrack
Pulled off in a foreign, oh, I know they hate that
She in my business, so I told that bitch stay off my dick
He in his feelings, I guess that's cause he broke as a bitch
I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for shit
It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich
Pop out in traffic cruising, I swear I be on some other shit
Big stick on side me coolin', he run up and I'ma bust this bitch
Yeah, all these hoes be choosin', but I won't never love a bitch
That lil' ho must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a bitch
I'ma do my own shit, don't give a fuck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away
War ready, bitch, the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold, I'll bless a pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch, I got beaucoup cash
Come shop with me, we move them bags
And yeah, we moving fast
Get off my dick, lil' groupie-ass
Keep playing and lose your hat
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn, I'm so used to that
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