Chopper hit him in his face
Bitch, I ain't no barber
Fuck around, catch this fade
You see me a lot if you're working at the bank
And I just put you in Prada, baby
Please don't run away
Niggas in them comments, lots to say
Don't fuck up a check
I'm like, I can't
They like, tell me how to get rich
Know I can't
Bitch, I got the swag and the sauce
Raising Canes
Tell me who you're running with
Are you having fun with it
Pulled up to my crib
You got that guap, I got a ton of it
Niggas looking down trying to curse me
I got none of it
If it ain't designer on my fit, what's the fun of it
Your ex nigga bozo
You can like her pictures, but she'll never touch her toes, though
Handprint on her ass
LLC, that's the logo
Get to catching up, holy fuck
Niggas slo-mo
Quiet stacking pesos
Cheese leak out my pocket
I'm like, 'kay so
Know just what I've been through, but you can't bro
Smile on my face when I get paid, woah
Chopper hit him in his face
Bitch, I ain't no barber
Fuck around, catch this fade
You see me a lot if you're working at the bank
And I just put you in Prada, baby
Please don't run away
Niggas in them comments, lots to say
Don't fuck up a check
I'm like, I can't
They like, tell me how to get rich
Know I can't
Bitch, I got the swag and the sauce
Raising Canes