I got b#tches comin over they from outta state
I just popped a f#cking xanny f#ck a dinner plate
Ya, f#ck it do 200 on the interstate
All the whips up in my driveway look like they frm outer space
Money flexible, and its stretchin like some cellophane
Pull up wit dat Glock 19 causin hella pain ya
Ay, red diamonds all up on my AP
I stg this b#tch she told me that she hate me
Bad b#tch said she said her name tracy
She whisper in my ear she said “kkypr wanna date me”
Idk how 2 act when im off da alcohol
Bad b#tch wanna conversate but i dont talk at all ?
Walk in and shes wearin nothin but a camisole
How much am i gon count? baby imma count it all
Imma count it all (x3) baby imma count it all
Ya im posted wit the team ya im posted with da clique
10 feet under ya u a lil b#tch
Ya im pullin on da gas, ya im swervin down da road
Ya im posted up with charles no im not wit my hoe
I do my dance, woah woah
Im in luv wit da bands, woah woah
I own dis laannnnnddd
Shoutout gravee dats the claaaaannnnn
U hit me up, u dont even hit me anyways
Im fendi’d up, all my youngins keep that heavy weight
Ill f#ck u up, dont know how to luv like anyway
Im bout my bucks, ay hunnids in my pockets everyday
b#tch im bout my cake, think theres sumthin wrong with me
Cuz i can’t feel my face, ovo i keep that drake
Stars up inna wraith ya b#tch im rolling 5 deep
Like i just hit a ace ya woah
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