Intro:
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah
Verse-1:
She thicker than Hannah Montana
I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana
2018 the Porsche Panamara
I got some racks on me, bitch ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)
Mister Yung Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin shit, you gon’ need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather
It's so many percs got me floatin' like a feather
[?] right hand on leather
[?] like I be getting better
And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture
Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let her
Chorus:
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Taking off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Cash and the Thang is a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)
Verse-2:
Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh
Lil' bitch just give me them draws (Hello)
Told her I don't want a star, ooh
Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh
In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, ho)
In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)
Gunna and I back to back with the drops
So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)
Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)
The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop
Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot
Your bitch play hop scotch, your whip my whole squad
Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot
Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot
That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)
She got a lick that gone stick to the car (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine (Ayy)
Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pack
Ooh, my lil bitch so fine
Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime
Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)
Had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah
But I still never dropped the dimes (Slatt)
Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)
My new bitch on a 30
Shot a fuck nigga then act like I'm blind
Dumb mad nigga, yeah, better read the signs
Dumbass nigga better not cross the line
Pull up with my niggas and none of them kind
Pull up with your niggas and none of them ride
Pull up that SLS, doors suicide
Ride in my Hellcat [?]
Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot
Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it
Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited
She gave me top, the cum made me silent
She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic
Lil Uzi, yeah
Chorus:
(Yeah)
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)
Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket
Cash and the thang is a hobby
Valentino all over my body
