Yeah, yeah
O-uuu
Grrrr-a
Yeah, yeah, huh
Grrrr, woah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Pull up lil’ b#tch you gon’ d-i-e
Running the track, keep that heat on me
Louis V belt matching G-19
Lil’ p#ss# boy better d-i-p
Couple thousand on some Fendi jeans
Red light, we aiming in and out of beam
f#cking on shawty, yeah big 15
Chasing no hoe, lil’ b#tch in your dreams
Yeah, she for the team
Counting my money I’m stacking this green
Yeah, b#tch what you mean
Hop in the coupe, and I’m swerving on lean
H-h-hop in the coupe and slide back on the scenе
Making these b#tches run track likе a meet
Way too much gas, I can barely breathe
Yeah, wake up in Prada jeans
Pull up, Yeah, huh yeah, lil’ b#tch then I swerve
Yeah they got hundreds I’m first
Give that lil’ shawty a Saint Laurent purse
p#ss# boy he done f#cked up, yeah
p#ss# boy get run up, yeah
Mac in his face told him shut up, yeah
Talk down on me you gon’ get run up, yeah
Yeah, hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I’m stacking this sh#t like it’s nothing
O-uuu
I got two commas on payroll lil’ b#tch, I’m steadily drumin’
Uh, yeah, yeah
Stacking my money that b#tch ain’t mean nun’ to me
Pull out a mac, and that lil’ boy he runnin’ now
Grrrr-a
Yeah, yeah
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