Wheezy Outta here!
(808 Mafia!)
The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip nigga, no rent
I don't want you going to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
(Grrah) drop top Rolls-Royce
I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it
Fuck this lil' bitch last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
Mama you a thot (ah)
I don't want shots (ah)
Brother you a rat (my brother)
Twin, you a pack (twin you)
Runnin' through Saks (hey!)
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès Trench (Hermès)
Swimming pool heated (ooh)
Yeah, she ain't tryna eat it (she ain't tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it
Drinkin' two liter, riding two-seater, ridin' with a eater (uh, beast)
Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (uh, yeah, all of it!)
I ain't been cocky, but I been puttin' on ever since beepers (no kizzy)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (fuck a nigga good)
Blowin' money fast like a fucking cheeta (mm, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled with Hyenas (ah, Hyenas, yeah-yeah)
Bugatti Spyder whippin' that bitch from the side
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spending this shit on my bitches and kids (put that shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip nigga, no rent (no rent, ya dig?)
I don't want you going to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends (on God)
(Grrah) drop top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it (I don't know the name of it)
Fuck this lil' bitch last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her (what's her name?)
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it fucked his fame up (ha-ha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
You identify my bitches with AP
She ain't got an AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets (ski)
(Ayuh)
Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek (ayuh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (ayuh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (ayuh)
Doggin' out the hoe like Shaggy (bih)
Could've went Spec', went Caddy'
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (yeah)
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty (ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (yeah)
First off, gotta go baguette (slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (yeah)
Walk down shit'll get drenchy
Turn the whole city up litty (skrrt)
Bad bitch could've went viddy (wow)
Savage, 21 killers (brr)
Brat bitch ridin' with her sister
Dog ass ho, you a thotty, ugh
Bruh turn cop new body, ugh
Twin you rat, you smoke, ugh
Shoot em' in the head, you the GOAT, ugh
Coulda went fed, went broke, ugh
Trap nigga livin' out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go everywhere I go (ayuh)
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spending this shit on my bitches and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip nigga, no rent
I don't want you going to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
(Grrah) drop top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it
Fuck this lil' bitch last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga the same mud
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