That Bag Lil Skies

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ooh, ha)
Ooh, yuh
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Ayy, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ooh, yuh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy, woah)
Hey, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Count my cash then I dip off
I just set my own trends like I'm Kriss Kross
I just fucked a foreign bitch wearin' lipgloss
She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
I'ma go and get that bag while they pissed off

[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, shorty, you ain't gotta lie to me
Must be doin' somethin' right, see all my enemies
I be turnt up on these niggas like I'm Mr T
All my bitches stay on fleek, they don't need Maybelline
Backwoods look like fingers, that's that gasoline
You hit it once, boy, I promise, gon' be hard to breathe
Bad bitch, fuck me good, don't do wedding rings
And that's my baby, you fuck with her? Then you fuck with me
I hit a lick with my bitch, she with anything
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, she a fashion queen
I don't judge it 'cause I know some things just meant to be
And she drink Henny out the bottle, that's her remedy
Purple Sprite, baby, you know I'm in slow mo
Oh, she bounced up on my dick like a pogo
So you know I had to beat it like a bongo
Call me Sylvester, in that pussy, I go Rambo