[Intro: Billionaire Black, FBG Duck & HotBoy Freek]
Woah (Whoo, whoo)
Uh-oh
Freek, what up?
Three, what up? Let's get it (Cocaine, nigga)
Maybe it's the designer (Designer)
Ayy, maybe 'cause I got clout (Young niggas got it)
I think 'cause I'm a young rich nigga (Young rich niggas)
Woah, let's get it
[Chorus: HotBoy Freek]
Now is it my designer why these bitches choosin'? (I don't know)
Now is it my persona why these bitches goin'? (Bitches goin')
I don't know if it's the money, but these bitches choosin' (Your bitch is choosin')
But my niggas at the top, my team is never losin' (We never losin')
Now is it 'cause I'm bussin' jugs these bitches goin'? (Jugs, jugs, jugs)
Now is it 'cause I'm blowin' dope these bitches choosin'? (Bah, bah, bah, baow)
I don't know if it's the foreign, but these bitches choosin'
Hater heard we're at the top, my team is never losin' (That dopey-dope)
[Verse 1: HotBoy Freek]
Now I be rockin' Gucci, Louie, Polo, Pelle (Designer)
And all the bad bitches in the town, they know me (All them bitches know me)
For trappin' out the bando and I'm gettin' money (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Keep the poley on me, hater-ers is my on me
Now all my niggas foreign blowin' dopey-dope
And you can keep that reggie, blowin' potent smoke (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
HotBoy, ask your bitch, she got me on her list
Double cup, crushed ice with the Actavis (Skrrt, skrrt)
Now all the thotianas out here tryna blow me
Shorty mixed with redbone, but don't even know me
Hit me a lick on my telephone, two beans, molly water, and my styrofoam
10K for the dick, let's get it on, thotiana, it's Dahlia, got me in zone
Woah (Whoo, whoo)
Uh-oh
Freek, what up?
Three, what up? Let's get it (Cocaine, nigga)
Maybe it's the designer (Designer)
Ayy, maybe 'cause I got clout (Young niggas got it)
I think 'cause I'm a young rich nigga (Young rich niggas)
Woah, let's get it
[Chorus: HotBoy Freek]
Now is it my designer why these bitches choosin'? (I don't know)
Now is it my persona why these bitches goin'? (Bitches goin')
I don't know if it's the money, but these bitches choosin' (Your bitch is choosin')
But my niggas at the top, my team is never losin' (We never losin')
Now is it 'cause I'm bussin' jugs these bitches goin'? (Jugs, jugs, jugs)
Now is it 'cause I'm blowin' dope these bitches choosin'? (Bah, bah, bah, baow)
I don't know if it's the foreign, but these bitches choosin'
Hater heard we're at the top, my team is never losin' (That dopey-dope)
[Verse 1: HotBoy Freek]
Now I be rockin' Gucci, Louie, Polo, Pelle (Designer)
And all the bad bitches in the town, they know me (All them bitches know me)
For trappin' out the bando and I'm gettin' money (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Keep the poley on me, hater-ers is my on me
Now all my niggas foreign blowin' dopey-dope
And you can keep that reggie, blowin' potent smoke (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
HotBoy, ask your bitch, she got me on her list
Double cup, crushed ice with the Actavis (Skrrt, skrrt)
Now all the thotianas out here tryna blow me
Shorty mixed with redbone, but don't even know me
Hit me a lick on my telephone, two beans, molly water, and my styrofoam
10K for the dick, let's get it on, thotiana, it's Dahlia, got me in zone
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