(Ayy, Mitro, this shit vibin', gang)
Uh
A real dope boy, I blow money fast in the streets
I got bags comin' in and they won't last for a week
Keep me some fine shit 'bout to hit my passenger seat
You want a rich nigga, bae, you know what's happenin' with me, huh?
Know what's happenin' with me
Ho, what's happenin' with me?
I pull up, grown bitch 'bout to hit my passenger seat
You with a rich nigga, ho, you know what's happenin' with me (Okay)
A real dope boy, everything I sell for the low
Pay them fees on your body, then put Chanel on your toe
You caught a boss nigga, shouldn't have to tell you no more
All them strippers knew my name soon as I fell through the door
I feel like fuck them other hoes, turn around and touch your toes
All this cash I'm 'bout to throw, it look like I paint the floor, hey
My bitch gangster, though, in and out the bank for sure, yeah
Tryna crack you, ho, throw that ass, I can't control
Too much talkin' feel like stalkin', bitch, I don't give no fuck
Blow that purp' smoke at them hoes, roll the window up
Pull up DoubleTree parking lot, what the business is?
Killed that bitch and her girlfriend, leave no witnesses
And I'm workin' at it all day like a 10 to 6
Baby girl, I got long dick, come with benefits
Get you a shop, a boutique or somethin', I could pay your rent
I send this package to your front door, you just wait on it
A real dope boy, I blow money fast in the streets
I got bags comin' in and they won't last for a week
Keep me some fine shit 'bout to hit my passenger seat
You want a rich nigga, bae, you know what's happenin' with me, huh?
Know what's happenin' with me
Ho, what's happenin' with me?
I pull up, grown bitch 'bout to hit my passenger seat
You with a rich nigga, ho, you know what's happenin' with me
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