These bitches gon know These bitches gon go These bitches they know They bitch cause they know These biggas gon go
Bitches they know These biggas gon go These bitches they know Now who is the man? They bitch cause they know The bitches gon go They know who the man These bitches they know Bitches gon go They know who the man The bitches gon know These bitches gon go
Gettin the dough Thumbin through dough Nigga Dubai Gettin the box My pockets are bodied
Your pockets on skinny I book my niggas with me We racing the Benzies (damn) We running the Benji´s (damn) You joggin through Benji´s I´m driving through money Damn, I´m running through money
Biggas gon know Damn, these biggas gon know I got out the bands Bitches you know Bitches keep go
Chasin the bands You bitches gon know Damn, they bitch cause they know Bitches they know
These hoes they know, yeah These hoes they now Now I am the man These bitches they go These bitches they know That I am the man Chasin my bands, yeah Pockets with bands They bitch cause they know, yeah Bands, yeah, chasin the bands
Damn I miss Yams Damn I miss my man Damn I miss my man We pour up the lean Pourin the Ac, yeah the A´s and the B´s I´m stacking my cheese I´m stacking mc´s, damn
Shout out to them C´s Shout out to them B´s These niggas they blunted, yeah I am that nigga They know I´m that nigga They know I´m that nigga They know I´m that nigga My pockets they figures Bank account, lookin like, a bunch of fuckin figures I got on the RAF RAF on my back Eyes to the back Eyes to McQueen, yeah Scuffin my pocket