Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Ay, right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds (with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blinding, can't even tell what the time is (what the time is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna (oh yeah)
Uh, shipping them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter (okay)
Uh, please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too (gang too)
Uh, go 'head come up 'bout yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too (chain too)
Huh, I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it looks like a bruise
Uh, I'm in the 404 with a badass bitch, from the 352 (352)
Yeah, you would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe (swervin' the coupe)
Uh, you would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe (swervin' the coupe)
Uh, stick and move, yeah, 12 ain't catchin' nothin' (for real)
Uh, I ain't duckin' smoke, no way, light up the function
I got a fever, where the red at?
Where the fuck my meds at? (meds at)
Pussy tried to step back, I'm gon' push his setback (setback)
Met the bitch last week, she talk 'bout money, go 'head, dead that (dead)
Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hunnid, yeah, cashed that (pssh)
Patrick Mahones, I throw him the bomb
Free my partners up out the slammer (ooh)
Whippin' white, that good Alabama (huh)
I fuck her face and took her to denim (huh)
Nigga a troll, he think shit all jokes, but really, I wanna kill him (huh)
I'm a real dope dealer, I'm a real fashion spiller (I'll kill him)
Ay, ri-right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds (with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blinding, can't even tell what the time is (what the time is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna (oh, yeah)
Uh, shipping them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter (okay)
Please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too (gang too)
Uh, go 'head come up 'bout yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too (chain too)
Huh, I'm in a SVJ, it's red it's blue, it looks like a bruise
Uh, I'm in the 404 with a badass bitch, from the 352 (352)
Uh, I told my partner, "Don't crash out"
You know what? Fuck it, let's do it, huh (uh)
We so up-up on the opps, them boys gettin' swept like a broom (okay)
We extortin' niggas, pull up, like come pay your dues (oh, my God)
She take one look at my jewels, bet that bitch gon' choose (bitch gon' choose)
(Oh, my God)
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