[Intro: YG]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, shake that ass
Ayy, run up the bag

[Chorus: YG]
I pull up in foreign and I drop the roof (Roof)
With the finest bitch, we smoke the finest kush (Kush)
I be shinin', man, I know it's hard not to look (Don't look)
He just pressured up 'cause he got his bitch took (Ooh)
He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (Took)
He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (Took)
He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (Took)
He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took

[Verse 1: YG]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
She just want a nigga in some Prada, Prada
Prada ain't shit, I got a lot of dollars (Ain't shit)
Fendi, Louis, Saint Laurent, Balenciaga (Ooh)
Plus I fuck her good, spice her life up, enchiladas (Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her)
Yeah, I spicе that life up (Ayy)
Her headboard bе bangin', I'm pullin' her tracks, now the neighbors don't like us (Ayy, ayy)
YG be with them bangers, they do murders, my niggas lifers (Whoop, whoop)
I heard your Cuban was bust down with SI diamonds, that don't excite us, ayy, but me?
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