Print This Money Aoc Obama (Ft. Sada Baby)

[Intro: Aoc Obama]
Free my nigga Beans, rest in peace Jason
I'ma ball hard on these fuck niggas hatin'
Sixty on the watch, four hundred on the crib
Cut your music down, there's white people where I live
Seventy on the chain, 'nother hundred in the Sprinter
Ridin' through the city with them racks in the middle
Baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner
Bitch, I sold chickens, your nigga a chicken dinner, let's go

[Verse 1: Aoc Obama]
I got twenty-five straps on my dresser
And if your nigga play he gon' get sprayed
And if I fly you to my city and you jump in my whip
Best believe, girl, we gon' get laid
Man, I'm tired of you rap niggas
Niggas should've been at niggas
Niggas get a deal and start actin' like trap niggas
Cap niggas
6ix9ine, snitch rat niggas
My niggas still drug deal, kill, kidnap niggas
I'm on the road
My nigga just bought two hundred bows
We at the front row of the Super Bowl
My neck, ear, ring, wrist froze
I swear to God I pimped a hundred hoes
And I wanna pimp a hundred more
Shut up, nigga, 'cause we know you broke
Just cashed five hundred bags of exotic, we want all the smoke
Bitch better bring me all the dough
Need to speed that shit up, what you mean that the trap is slow?