Bitch Fuck with me, I´ll fuck around and I´ll fuck yo´ bitch
He ain´t do his research, he ain´t know I´m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain´t know this Rick Huh, I´m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain´t know I hit I´ma hit the road, go city to city ´till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (Uh-huh) Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (Uh-huh)
We countin´ bread and these niggas countin´ crumbs (Uh-huh) I want some head, ´fore I get up in them buns Nigga, that´s mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach (Mm) Yeah, that´s in the story (Ooh), you know what I did I hope this bitch don´t put me on Maury (Okay) I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus And that pussy ain´t mid, I don´t wanna pull out, but I can´t afford it
Fuck with me, I´ll fuck around and I´ll fuck yo´ bitch He ain´t do his research, he ain´t know I´m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain´t know this Rick
Huh, I´m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain´t know I hit I´ma hit the road, go city to city ´till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Ain´t nothin´ cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (Uh-huh) I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay I got a partner, not no fuckin´ baby mama (Uh-huh) They ask me when we gon´ get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay
If you a nigga in my business, then you gay My music streamin´ and you mad, I feel YourRage I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades Can´t hit no hoe, ´cause I love my
Bitch Fuck with me, I´ll fuck around and I´ll fuck yo´ bitch He ain´t do his research, he ain´t know I´m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain´t know this Rick Huh, I´m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain´t know I hit I´ma hit the road, go city to city ´till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
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