Frr, oh I did it again (I did it again) (Oh, oh) I´m in that Benz
(Oh, oh) We pop at your man (Oh, oh) I´m throwin´ a sin
Pop at your man Pop at your butt Pop out the cut I´m havin´ it on you Haters stick for real, hey, you big for real (Shit) I told him to steal for real, thinkin´ I´m feelin´ it
I like my bitch like I like my purse, yeah All that shit bustin´, I cop her a purse (Oh, yeah) Hit from the back, I be biting my shirt (Goddamn) She say she wanna stay the night, all night (Phew)
Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches shit Chain swinging on me, got a whole lot of chicken shit (Yeah) Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists Plain Jane, Rolex (Yeah), it´s a whole damn check Swear they can´t fuck with me, like I´m celibate I got skin in the game, I can celebrate And this shit is the fan, I can celebrate All I hang with is demons and minutes I got niggas, who shoot for me, shawty (For shawty) All that shit out the roof for me, shawty (For sure) It go "Doo-doo-doo" ´bout me, shawty (Brr) Don´t play with my body, don´t play with my body
Frr, oh I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I´m in that Benz (I´m in the shit) (Oh, oh) We pop at your man (We-e) (Oh, oh) I´m throwin´ a sin
We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight