Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[YG]
Thirty M's in the bank, for sure, but you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure, but baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like a model for the floor, never tell 'em why I got the clothes (Nigga, no)
Gang stuck in this bitch with a pole, but you would never know it's on the low (On the low)
[YG]
Psst-psst, ah-ah, ayy-ayy (Ayy)
Small ass, but she pretty in the face (In the face)
Ayy, I'm tryna to take you on a date (On a date)
To the crib, it's four blocks away (Blocks away)
Black man don't cheat, I'm creepin'
Tell nobody 'bout me, I'm a secret
On a trip, you should get treated
That pussy Fiji, baby, I'll drink it
That pussy bad as fuck, hit it like I'm mad as fuck
Shawty wanna eat my dick 'cause I'm tatted up ('Cause I'm tatted up)
She a scavenger, YG can handle her
Put her ass on OnlyFans, YG a manager
I got bankrolls, I hate stank hoes
Comin' to pick you up, don't take long
I just fought a case with them pesos
It was cool 'til trial, then boom, case closed
[YG]
Thirty M's in the bank, for sure, but you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure, but baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like a model for the Vogue, never tell 'em why I got the clothes (Nigga, no)
Gang stuck in this bitch with a pole, but you would never know it's on the low (On the low)
[YG]
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
[Tyler, The Creator]
Fuck that, I can't even whisper
I like games we could play, Chess or naked Twister
I will bust out your guts like a chocolate Swisher
Come now, don't shape cats, I like the whiskers
I meow on that bitch, never fell on that bitch
She's a tourist, the way she go to town on that dick
Got bondage, leather, shit is punk rock
She get off, I get off, shit, we at a bus stop, ah
Baby, what's your name? I'm him, nice to meet you
It ain't no service here, that nigga can't reach you
Got about a nine-inch chair, I could seat you
Let me get my dinner, knee pads, I will eat you
Up, keep it low school, but cornrows, gap teeth, A-cups
Ooh, girl, better calm the fuck down, I'm a club shooter
Take you home, this a three-million dollar Uber, goddamn
[YG & Tyler, The Creator]
Thirty M's in the bank (It's T, baby), for sure, but you would never know, I act broke (Act broke, hmph)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure, but baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like a model for the Vogue, never tell 'em why I got the clothes (Nigga, no)
Gang stuck in this bitch with a pole, but you would never know it's on the low (On the low)
[YG]
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
[YG]
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
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