Yeah, *
Funny play we gon' end it, bitch
Ain't no face, no case when we into that home
Bitch, I be trappin' exotic to balls
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talkin' bout gas, exotic to balls
You niggas act like bitches, I'm tired of you hoes
Play with the profit, be the shot at your home
I'm reelin' that * in, and I'm proud of it, hom
I don't do the loud talk, so watch it, Latone
Type a nigga on, shoot my shot at a ho
A ho gon' always shoot a shot at a boss
Can't put my hand in your purse, then bitch, leave me alone
Money, management, accountability
Baby, bring me all the rats, no, I'ma flip it to mo
Gettin' out of the mud till the music get on
Got a hundred sons, plus stuff that my boss
I need a hundred thousand dollars, I'd never fall off
I need a Medellin plug, and I'd flood it with salt
I used to think that * was cheap, but now I'm learnin' the cost
You gotta take a thousand L's, then you might be a boss
I'm tryin' to shake the Richter scale with the pack that I bought
Was gettin' cases through the mail, I had to cut the * off
You gotta lick the bud, niggas tryin' to lace it with salt
They tryin' to fake the tricones just to get the * off
Throw salt on my pack, then I'm gettin' it off
But bitch, you * on my face, so I'm flippin' your cock
And we don't beef with these niggas, we just finish them off
Break his op-ass down, put that * in the gulf
I had ran to the money, I could see it went far
Chasin' money all day, early morning to dark
Buy that chicken, nigga, wicked, what is doggy about?
Hundred seven six twos, just to armor the fort
I been kickin' * cool and tryin' to score on the short
Told my hoes that they get pregnant, then they gotta abort
Ayy, I ain't catch a feelin' we gon' knock these hoes
42 appeal, we gon' knock these hoes
Talkin' about gas, he's out of the pose
You niggas act like bitches, I'm tired of you hoes
Play with the profit, be the shot at your own
I'm realin' that * in, and I'm proud of it, hoes
I don't do the loud talk, so watch your latone
Type a nigga on, shoot my shot at a ho
A ho gon' always shoot a shot at a boss
Can't put my hand in your purse, then bitch, leave me alone
Money, management, accountability, baby, bring me all the rest
No, I'ma flip it to mo'
Gettin' out the mud till the music get on
Got a hundred sons, plus stuff, that my fault
I need a hundred thousand dollars, I'd never fall off
I need a Medellin plug, and I'd flood it with salt
I used to think this * was cheap, but now I'm learnin' the cost
You gotta take a thousand L's, then you might be a boss
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