[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups, they pulled up with four
I got three bad bitches, we gon' see who want me more
Pull up to Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna fuck up the store
I could never really be faithful, shawty, I fell in love with the dough
[Verse 1]
Got money, now she act different (Act different)
Pull up, my bag different (My bag)
Signed a deal, my brag different (Oh-oh)
Gotta use two hands, my swag different (My swag different)
Shoot my shot, they all hittin' (All hittin')
Time to go, her top missin' (Top missin')
Shawty bad, she don't listen
Got her friends with me and they all kissin' (Yeah)
He ain't gettin' no money, he cappin' (He cap)
Now his girl with me, what happened? (What happened?)
I'm a young CEO, just rapping (Just rapping)
Now she throwin' that ass, it's clapping (It's clapping)
Promised I'll be rich, made it happen (Oh yeah)
I don't really like splits, no fractions (Oh, oh)
I'm a foreign-ass nigga, no accent (Oh, oh)
They hated back then, who's laughin'? (Oh)
[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups, they pulled up with four
I got three bad bitches, we gon' see who want me more
Pull up to Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna fuck up the store
I could never really be faithful, shawty, I fell in love with the dough
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups, they pulled up with four
I got three bad bitches, we gon' see who want me more
Pull up to Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna fuck up the store
I could never really be faithful, shawty, I fell in love with the dough
[Verse 1]
Got money, now she act different (Act different)
Pull up, my bag different (My bag)
Signed a deal, my brag different (Oh-oh)
Gotta use two hands, my swag different (My swag different)
Shoot my shot, they all hittin' (All hittin')
Time to go, her top missin' (Top missin')
Shawty bad, she don't listen
Got her friends with me and they all kissin' (Yeah)
He ain't gettin' no money, he cappin' (He cap)
Now his girl with me, what happened? (What happened?)
I'm a young CEO, just rapping (Just rapping)
Now she throwin' that ass, it's clapping (It's clapping)
Promised I'll be rich, made it happen (Oh yeah)
I don't really like splits, no fractions (Oh, oh)
I'm a foreign-ass nigga, no accent (Oh, oh)
They hated back then, who's laughin'? (Oh)
[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups, they pulled up with four
I got three bad bitches, we gon' see who want me more
Pull up to Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna fuck up the store
I could never really be faithful, shawty, I fell in love with the dough
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