Mama fine as hell, lookin' good as shit
I'ma look at that, then I look at this
Cash everywhere on the air, from the ceiling
I got this feeling, and I just need cash on me
Give me more cash
Keep fillin'' my drink, ay
Got killers on the scene, ay
I'm snipin' on the right, ay
The type of bitch I like, ay
They thought about a wife, ay
She thought about our life, ay
She gon' hit 'til the morning, ay
She gon' hit then she...
Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning
You been poppin' on that stage and you performin'
You done pull up on these niggas in they swarmin'
And that's why when I throw that bag, you know it's pourin'
Throw up the bag
Hold up, time out
Yeah, you sexy as sex
And you my next selection
I got this chick from Cali
I call her Flexi-Lection
Act like I ain't gon' do it, I make my best impression
Ooh-ooh-ooh, she know exactly what she doing to me
Bring it back to me, stuck to a nigga, she glued to me
Ooh, take a look at that ass, wish you could view it with me
My shit wavy as a cruise, know I can't lose on me
This little mama in the tight pants, in the white pants
Lookin' hella good with the, with the curly hair
And the friends all there, ay
Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning
You been goin' on that stage and you performin'
All the bad bitches watchin', yeah they swarmin'
And when you know you in the gang, it's 'cause you swarmin'
Shakin' that ass, girl you gon' hit the stage, performin'
A lot of niggas spit game and you ignorin'
You the baddest bitch I've seen in your city, dawg
Keep it real with you
Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning
You been poppin' on that stage and you performin'
You done pull up on these niggas in they swarmin'
And that's why when I throw that bag, you know it's pourin'
Throw up the bag
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