Alright If I Trick RaqBaby

[Intro]
(Roll another one, J)
In the booth with a nick on me, nigga, huh
Yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Block the bitch, keep callin' my number, can't understand what you sayin'
She want her a nigga to spend a check, bitch, I'm the man with the plan
It's alright if I trick, I got them bands, got them racks, put on my mans
VV rocks all on my hands, in LA gettin' mop top in the sand
In a Hellcat doin' two hundred miles in that bitch, huh
I'll kill all you hoes, I'll spray a hundred rounds for my bitch, huh
If I run into a hundred opps, it's gon' be a hundred down in this bitch, huh
I really stayed down for this shit, feel like I ran a hundred miles for this shit, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Got my bucks up
They done fucked up
Oh, what's up, bro?
That's your bitch? My bad, I fucked her
Mean mug in the club, get fucked up
Nigga just got hard, he bucked up
Just mеt the lil' bitch, she already suckin' my dick, I only said, "What's up, lovе?"
We take shit, nigga, you known to borrow
Better spend them racks, nigga, while you can 'cause it could be gone tomorrow
Brand-new Balenciaga tracks, put them bitches on tomorrow
Rap different, so I'm goin' farther
Stop at Saks, we ain't goin' to Zara
With the freak hoes, so we need a bottle
Spent like a dub at Neiman Marcus
All my opps broke as hell, they need a dollar
Bitch, I'm a big dog off the leash and I raised myself, I don't need a collar
Need me a classy bitch who can get fucked on that ratchet shit
Nigga, stop that rappin' shit, niggas know my gang be clappin' shit
Nigga, you know you ain't sold no pound, move around with that fake-ass trappin' shit
Her ass fat, I'm slappin' it, on my free time, sip on Actavis
Nigga, these shoes ain't regular, they got CC on it, uh
Nigga never played with my shit, lil' bitch, I need my money