[Intro]
(Let's go, Mario)
I can get the bitch a new Birkin bag
(That boy Cassius)
[Chorus]
I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this as real it gon’ get, stop searching for it
Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it
I can sing to your girl like country boy, this real as all shit, she'll murder for it
Skydiving
Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing
Now she searching for a diamond (Now she)
Lord knows, she found me
Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows)
[Verse 1]
I'ma saddle up, make a bitch ride this horse
I’m a fly nigga, walking through a different concourse
Bought the bitch a Birkin, fill it up with Indo
This the realest it gon' get, don't gotta search no more
This little big booty bitch in thе back of the Ghost
Put the dick right in the back of hеr throat
I beat the pack out the trap house door
I get the racks like a motherfuckin' GOAT
I spent them racks on my motherfuckin' locs
This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more
We said, "Get up", and she be like the merch on the low
Got a big booty freak popping Perc's on the low
Now I hit the Pyrex, make it Taekwondo
Pop mine like a Glock nine, Rondo
Sing to the bitch, Quando Rondo
Chill a hundred bags out a trap bando, gone
(Let's go, Mario)
I can get the bitch a new Birkin bag
(That boy Cassius)
[Chorus]
I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this as real it gon’ get, stop searching for it
Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it
I can sing to your girl like country boy, this real as all shit, she'll murder for it
Skydiving
Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing
Now she searching for a diamond (Now she)
Lord knows, she found me
Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows)
[Verse 1]
I'ma saddle up, make a bitch ride this horse
I’m a fly nigga, walking through a different concourse
Bought the bitch a Birkin, fill it up with Indo
This the realest it gon' get, don't gotta search no more
This little big booty bitch in thе back of the Ghost
Put the dick right in the back of hеr throat
I beat the pack out the trap house door
I get the racks like a motherfuckin' GOAT
I spent them racks on my motherfuckin' locs
This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more
We said, "Get up", and she be like the merch on the low
Got a big booty freak popping Perc's on the low
Now I hit the Pyrex, make it Taekwondo
Pop mine like a Glock nine, Rondo
Sing to the bitch, Quando Rondo
Chill a hundred bags out a trap bando, gone
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