[Intro]
Woah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I ain't even tryna sign for real, they ain't got too much to offer (Woah)
I asked the cashier for two cups, but this ain't for no coffee (Ha, woah)
If she catch me cheatin', she catchin' a PJ, I don't say sorry (Ha)
Steal so much as a gram, get hit with the Drac', bet he sing like Aubrey (Woah, woah)
I already got two Chrome necklaces, you can't double-cross me (Woah)
I FaceTime the money, if you ain't Ben Frank', then please don't call me (Yeah)
Fallin' asleep in the Black Badge, every night it's starry (Woah, woah, woah)
This ho tryna play mind games, I don't even play Atari (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
They look at me like a hero, I pull strings like a guitarist (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm tryna get me an Ice Spice, I know she bringin' a Barbie
I take my shirt off, hoes stop breathing, now she tryna wear my Carti (Woah, woah)
All she wear is Rick leather, she ride me like a Harley (Woah, woah)
I'm tired of going to LA, I don't want no more parties (Woah, woah)
Ice on top of my sweater, she like, "Is you cold?" I said, "Shit, hardly"
I fuck her so good, she say she hate me, ain't that a bitch and a half? (Woah, woah)
Got regular hoes, got supermodels, can't name one bitch I ain't have (Woah, woah)
My richest ho, she the biggest ho, hell no, I ain't cuffin' that (Woah, woah)
After I hit like once or twice, 'kay, cool, I'm done with that
Seeing Nirvana like BK, throwing them 'shrooms back like Scooby Snacks (Woah)
He cop the Chrome off eBay, what I'ma do with that? Bitch, who is that?
We break necks on the freeway, they like, "Who is that? Who cool as that?"
Trade a real hooper, but I still ball like Jordan Poole and Shaq
Woah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I ain't even tryna sign for real, they ain't got too much to offer (Woah)
I asked the cashier for two cups, but this ain't for no coffee (Ha, woah)
If she catch me cheatin', she catchin' a PJ, I don't say sorry (Ha)
Steal so much as a gram, get hit with the Drac', bet he sing like Aubrey (Woah, woah)
I already got two Chrome necklaces, you can't double-cross me (Woah)
I FaceTime the money, if you ain't Ben Frank', then please don't call me (Yeah)
Fallin' asleep in the Black Badge, every night it's starry (Woah, woah, woah)
This ho tryna play mind games, I don't even play Atari (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
They look at me like a hero, I pull strings like a guitarist (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm tryna get me an Ice Spice, I know she bringin' a Barbie
I take my shirt off, hoes stop breathing, now she tryna wear my Carti (Woah, woah)
All she wear is Rick leather, she ride me like a Harley (Woah, woah)
I'm tired of going to LA, I don't want no more parties (Woah, woah)
Ice on top of my sweater, she like, "Is you cold?" I said, "Shit, hardly"
I fuck her so good, she say she hate me, ain't that a bitch and a half? (Woah, woah)
Got regular hoes, got supermodels, can't name one bitch I ain't have (Woah, woah)
My richest ho, she the biggest ho, hell no, I ain't cuffin' that (Woah, woah)
After I hit like once or twice, 'kay, cool, I'm done with that
Seeing Nirvana like BK, throwing them 'shrooms back like Scooby Snacks (Woah)
He cop the Chrome off eBay, what I'ma do with that? Bitch, who is that?
We break necks on the freeway, they like, "Who is that? Who cool as that?"
Trade a real hooper, but I still ball like Jordan Poole and Shaq
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