Franklins on me
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money, yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch, show me
Thick bitch, throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
I got these bitches runnin' around in circles
You want this dick? Bitch, you gotta earn it
He want my spot but he don't deserve it
That boy talk tough so I gave him a swirly
Punch that lil' ass jit in the fuckin' face
Call up Lil' Jaquavion, he gon' catch a fuckin' case
Fifty countin', bank accounts, large amounts (ah, ah)
Shoppin' sprees, rockin' brands that you can't pronounce (ah, ah)
Credit cards, fuck your bitch then I takе her out (ah, ah)
Bitch, I made it far and I ain't have to chasе no clout (ah, ah)
If you don't like me then just say that, his ho a dime piece
I'm gon' hit it from the back, yeah, I leave it runnin' sand
Yeah, I get the swag from my dad
Yeah, my white boy swag you can't have
White boy swag, I'm feelin' rad
I leave that ho on read, big boy soft, just like Ted
Bitch, I'm feelin' empty, I think that I need my meds
And this ho got some ass but I just want the head
Don't let me find you talkin' to feds, leave you dead
Franklins on me
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money, yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch, show me
Thick bitch, throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
Thick bitch, throw it, thick bitch, throw it
Thick bitch, throw it, thick bitch, throw it