Bitch, Is that shit is a hobby, I'm so fly and shit is a lifestyle
Trust my shooter, hit make niggas fly high
(I love you so much, let's be together)
Bitch, I walk in this bitch, Yves saint Laurent all on my jacket
I get the racks, and I start stackin', fur coat shit, it ain't mink
I got racks, what the f*ck you think
(I got racks, what the f*ck you think)
Got this bag and the shit ain't pink, on the beat I'm going' stupid
I got racks, y'all niggas been knew that
Might f*ck around here, In budapest
Just like Nikey, I'm rocking the check
She like chrome , you doin' the best
I rock, chrome, got a cross on my chest
I got racks, like f*ck the rest
If you sleepin' on me, go to bed
Niggas hatin' on me, got no bands
I got chrome number (n)ine the pants
If you talk gonna line your man's
Bitch, I pay and shit is a hobby, I'm so fly and shit is a lifestyle
Trust my shooter, he make niggas fly high
Tell a ho to go, I say bye-bye
Put the hoe in van cleef , uh huh
I get racks in my sleep
(I love you so much Let's be together
Forever)
Pain still in the cup
Man, I f*ck this shit up
This hoe tryna f*ck, yeah
I love my cup, I can't kick the cup
The racks, that you making I doubled it up
The cap that you talking', I knew you were a bum,
(I knew were a you bum, knew you were a bum)
She can't hit up my phone, I'm on DnD
You can't hit up my phone, I'm a celebrity
Paparazzi on me, I'm on TMZ
Got hundreds and hundreds like WorldJosi
Got hundreds, got bodies, got bitches on me
Undercover the jeans, but shit ain't 12
(She can't hit up my phone, I'm on DnD
You can't hit up my phone, I'm a celebrity
Paparazzi on me, I'm on TMZ
Got hundreds and hundreds like WorldJosi
Got hundreds, got bodies, got bitches on me
Undercover the jeans, but shit ain't 12)
