Hop right off the plane straight to the booth
Leave right out the booth straight up the Truth
You don’t know a b#tch this bad tell the truth
Bottles on ice, bad b#tches in my booth
Lookin’ like a mil with my kit on, all that mouth you the kind of b#tch I sh#t on
Wrist half a chicken with the chain got a brick on
I ain’t slipping lil homie strap with the stick on
New money, blue hundreds, you can get it however you want it
Jumped in vette’ fast lane, two hunnid’
Cane new Patek had em’ sick to they stomach
Whatchu’ livin’ like n#gg# I’m turnt’, Dolce & Gabbana seven hundred for a shirt
Hunnid’ for the whip top off the vert, pop out lеave these lil’ b#tchеs hurt
Lookin’ like I’m plug with the work
Turn around and make that big booty twerk
I just spend five racks on a purse
Whatchu’ livin’ like n#gg# I’m turnt’
Shittin’ all on these b#tches and they know that
Diamonds in the link, Diamonds in the Rolex
Came with the water and I froze that
If you ain’t tryna spend money hit the rode jack
I could take your n#gg# any day but I’m good
They don’t even want this sass and it’s on hood
Rolling round big capping like he got the goods
When this mans got the bag he don’t wanna roll the woods
Tryna f#ck me better wish on a star or something
Catch me while in stripping throw a dub and a bar or something
You ain’t got no money n#gg#? you better borrow some
Take me to the lot buy bad b#tch a car or something
Whatchu’ livin’ like n#gg# I’m turnt’, Dolce & Gabbana seven hundred for a shirt
Hunnid’ for the whip top off the vert, pop out leave these lil’ b#tches hurt
Lookin’ like I’m plug with the work
Turn around and make that big booty twerk
I just spend five racks on a purse
Whatchu’ livin’ like n#gg# I’m turnt’
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