Sense Dat God Gave You Summer Walker (Ft. Sexyy Red)

[Verse 1: Summer Walker]
Bald head, scallywag, ain't got no hair on my cat
If I don't get my cheese, nigga, 6ix9ine, you can call me a rat
I call your bitch and blow up the spot
Ca-call the feds and blow up the trap
Everybody be goin' to jail so I think it's best that you call me back
It's my money and I need it now, take it anyway and anyhow
You tryna hit this pussy, nigga, I hope you got a few hundred thousands
Buy me bags and buy me shoes, you know exactly what to do
We speedin' down 285
I'm high as fuck and finna have a good time

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Put that cash straight in my hand
If you got the sense that God gave you
Don't leave me 'round your man
We finna tear down them mall
You know we got a plan
I drop the Perc in his drink
And I don't give a damn

[Interlude: Sexyy Red, Summer Walker]
North side
No, no, sure don't
North side