Undercover! is a song in English
They like, "How the fuck you so damn rich, but you still scammin' niggas?"
I made a hunnid K off Murakami pillows, and a hunnid off Marni slippers, ha
.44 shit, that bulldog nigga, you get to barkin' with ya
I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me, bitch, I don't talk to niggas
I'm like God to niggas ain't dyin' for me, they get to stalkin' niggas
My lil' lovely bitch do fraud, so ain't got time to talk to niggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that shit, I'm spinnin' a hole in here
I made two hunnid K in eleven days off one of my (?), nigga
Look at his pockets, them hoes smaller than me, you need to go bowling, nigga
I give a fuck about who's stronger, nigga, this Glock like Hulk to niggas
I know they mad at who money longer, bitch
I had million dollar dreams, I knew I was gon' be rich
I don't really be on the scene 'cause they too on my dick
I'm rockin' Prada, Adidas, DG, Roi De Tout and Rick
How the fuck he ready for war, bitch? He ain't even got no stick
How the fuck you ready for war? Your city know you a bitch
Ain't that crazy?
Ha, ain't that crazy? Ain't that crazy?
Ha, your whole city know you a bitch, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, yeah
My whole city know my shit, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, I'on do regular Mercedes, I'm finna go 680
Ha, my nigga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy
Ha, my nigga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy
They like, "How the fuck you so damn rich, but you still scammin' niggas?"
I made a hunnid K off Murakami pillows, and a hunnid off Marni slippers, ha
.44 shit, that bulldog nigga, you get to barkin' with ya
I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me, bitch, I don't talk to niggas
I'm like God to niggas ain't dyin' for me, they get to stalkin' niggas
My lil' lovely bitch do fraud, so ain't got time to talk to niggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that shit, I'm spinnin' a hole in here
I made two hunnid K in eleven days off one of my (?), nigga