Christakenotes - CTN Lyrics

My name ringing bells
I got this bitch to twerk I said "yeah"
Aint no fish scales but I weigh a ton on my money, yeah
I bought the Benz coupe
Im driving alone, I drop the top, yeah
I bought presale, retail, and wholesale, yeah
Im getting tired of all this Rick Owens shit, I got a lot
I lost everybody I cared about, they dead, they finna rot
Nigga like rigamortis, he post mortem dead, nigga got shot

I got these hoes with me and they got a thousand miles, im still finna post
Just like the 60 shoes in my rotation, yeah, I swap out my hoes
Sipping Martinis like im on vacation, yeah, but im in my mode
These niggas that roll with me they on probation, yeah, they still finna go

She finna go with us, yeah
She wanna roll with me and the crew
Yeah we keep that pole with us, yeah
Im going outside, there's nothing to do
Im finna roll it up
Im smoking that gas, smoking that glue
And we gon puff pass, yeah
We hold the stick, we might shoot
I dont know what they said about me yeah, but it's gon be true
The gang around me out of control, they dont follow the rules
I went to the store, dropped 15 on Balenci, I needed some shoes
I went to the store, dropped 15 on the Ricky, its nothing to do

I got these folks, screaming my songs
They going "yeah", yeah they chose us
Black Lambo sit in the lair like Batman, you on the bus
They come to me like "im the man"
Yeah whats your plan? Nigga whats up?
She use her hands, she got a BBL yeah and Tummy Tuck

Yeah

Woah

My name ringing bells
I got this bitch to twerk I said "yeah"
Aint no fish scales but I weigh a ton on my money, yeah
I bought the Benz coupe
Im driving alone, I drop the top, yeah
I bought presale, retail, and wholesale, yeah
Im getting tired of all this Rick Owens shit, I got a lot
I lost everybody I cared about, they dead, they finna rot
Nigga like rigor mortis, he post mortem dead, nigga got shot

We got loads of hoes and we in the back of the club looking like winners
Aint got a haircut, its f*cking me up, but she gon eat it for dinner
They wanna mob with us
They wanna come run it up, f*ck it lets scrimmage
I cant f*ck this up, I gotta keep on going, cant ruin the image

Yeah Yeahh

My name ringing bells
I got this bitch to twerk I said "yeah"
Aint no fish scales but I weigh a ton on my money, yeah
I bought the Benz coupe
Im driving alone, I drop the top, yeah
I bought presale, retail, and wholesale, yeah
Im getting tired of all this Rick Owens shit, I got a lot
I lost everybody I cared about, they dead, they finna rot
Nigga like rigamortis, he post mortem dead, nigga got shot