Woah, (Fifteen Hundred), woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
(f#ck goin’ on, f#ck goin’ on Maajins)
I got b#tches on my phone, they wanna throwback
I been gettin’ really rich, I hope you know that
Groupie ho approached me, said she want a Kodak
Walk off with a big bag, wherever I am
I see the green light, b#tch, we on go
Smell it on me when we walk in the store
Smoking that good gas, you already know
And all these n#gg#s they lames, they hoes
b#tch, I never fold, sellin’ out shows
Stop calling me like, please stop hittin’ my phone (Woah)
She love my fits, she love my fashion
Talk down, put that boy in a casket
Ride ’round, yeah, I’m goin’ faster
Head down, b#tch, I know yo’ tactics
I shot up, like a motherf#cking elastic
f#ckin’ yo’ ho like magic
Damn n#gg#, I need a med kit
I got b#tches on my phone, they wanna throwback
I been gettin’ really rich, I hope you know that
Groupie ho approached me, said she want a Kodak
Walk off with a big bag, wherever I am
(Fifteen Hundred)
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