(B.loadin, loadin)
Uh, huh, these niggas talk 'bout paper, they ain't gettin' pape', that shit be crazy
The bread they post be old, that shit ain't current, go check that date, uh
I ain't even got no opps, these niggas just mad 'cause I fuck they lady
I'm havin' that bread and I'm havin' that motion, these hoes tryna have my baby
I woke up to head this morning, I kicked the ho out, she way too horny
I used to watch Rick and Morty, now I wear Rick and Marni
Just hit a Dominican back of the Lamb', my life way too foreign
I'm in Miami, the yacht almost left, I was just late to the port
Niggas ain't havin' no motion, havin' no bitches, havin' no money or nothin'
Niggas get straight on live, won't flex no bread but his ass gon' flex that gun
Niggas be in the club full of niggas, section don't got no buns
Say after I drop this tape, they gon' Devin Booker like I play with the Suns
Fuck Coachella, fuck that Rolling Loud, my trap be fuckin' jumpin'
I just spent a hundred on some jewelry, damn, my shit be punchin'
If I get some racks to them youngins, they gon' flip the function
Rock designer hats, literally got money on my conscious
Uh, huh, these niggas talk 'bout paper, they ain't gettin' pape', that shit be crazy
The bread they post be old, that shit ain't current, go check that date, uh
I ain't even got no opps, these niggas just mad 'cause I fuck they lady
I'm havin' that bread and I'm havin' that motion, these hoes tryna have my baby
I woke up to head this morning, I kicked the ho out, she way too horny
I used to watch Rick and Morty, now I wear Rick and Marni
Just hit a Dominican back of the Lamb', my life way too foreign
I'm in Miami, the yacht almost left, I was just late to the port
Huh, these niggas so embarrassin', huh, they ain't even have no cabbage, huh
Keep on talkin' out the side of his neck, I'ma stuff dick in his mami, huh
All these rap niggas holdin' nuts on me, niggas' a bunch of Sandy's
Tryna sneak in the club with a .30 round, hidin' dicks like a bunch of tranny's
Ever since I fucked a ho in the whip, she don't wanna wear no panties
Everywhere I go I keep that tool, Lil Darius Handy Manny
I tell my lil' brother to keep them rubbers, them bitches be comin' in handy
And when I get caught up, I use the famous card, girl, you know how fans be
Uh, huh, these niggas talk 'bout paper, they ain't gettin' pape', that shit be crazy
The bread they post be old, that shit ain't current, go check that date, uh
I ain't even got no opps, these niggas just mad 'cause I fuck they lady
I'm havin' that bread and I'm havin' that motion, these hoes tryna have my baby
I woke up to head this morning, I kicked the ho out, she way too horny
I used to watch Rick and Morty, now I wear Rick and Marni
Just hit a Dominican back of the Lamb', my life way too foreign
I'm in Miami, the yacht almost left, I was just late to the port
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