I think yo hoe, she wanna kiss me
How y'all saying she was picky
I got two twin glickies
See my bank its icky icky
I think yo hoe, she wanna kiss me
How y'all saying she was picky
I got two twin glickies
See my bank its icky icky

Okay like bad bitch she heaven sent
You broke you got 7 cents
God gave me his letterman
And told me never let em in
I been making paper like a Money Machine
Dat bitch white like Dylan Brady got me feeling so clean
When I'm walking on the promenade I do what I want
These bitches see me and they want my bod like I'm my good God
This lil boys mol$ he kinda cute but damn he felxing a lot
That's cuz I came up from the dirt and now I'm copping a lot
Grab you by the heart like I was killua
Leave you in the dark
Power up like I was Tony stark
Wait this book about to start
Cut you down like I was marth
I got hoes in Everytime zone and they tearing me apart

yea i pull up with that lil hoe
bitch fuck you im all for my bros
that hoe gonntry to come for my throat
we gon pull up and then drop em bitch on my go
they thinkin im mad but i got they bitch on my dick tip
i dont got choppas but i still really wanna talk shit
i dont fuck with you because u gotta get a grip bitch
if they keep talking then imma drop em in the moshpit
bitch get off my dick if u wan fuck w my dough
i dont spend a lot a money baby all my chains is faux
that boy dont know how to rap give him a slap on the wrist
i dont know i dont know whats next just want the flash and the drip
fuck pussies up i aint tripping about the bucks
i aint dumb if u got time i think we can go knuckle up
i been fucking around and that bitch get so mad
i aint give time to dat hoe unless she throw ass
i been waiting to get it i want cash so bad
if we pull up on lil bro then he tip toe back