[Intro: BabySantana]
Is it recording?
Alright, let's get it
Ayy, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, yeah (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, brrr

[Chorus: BabySantana]
She said hey to me, I thought she was Damon Sharpe
Mona Lisa, she a painted work of art
Gas so high, I think I could touch the stars
And my pockets fat, yeah, my pockets they all large (Woah, yeah)

[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Please don't hit my phone, you gon' get ignored
Me, Dami and Shuni, we gon' up the score
I got hella girls that's fеmale galore
And my pockets fat
Shе grabbing on my Ksubi's, asking me like "What is that?"
I got way too much to lose, if I need to call my slatt
I'm a young stunna boy, they say I look like my dad (Woah)

[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
I'm paranoid, I'm always watching for that back door
You ain't finna bust it, nigga, what you got that strap for?
Pop a nigga like a zit, this 19 open up your pores
I-I-I'm with Tana in Chicago on the top floor
Private location (Overnight sensation)
Shuni light the J' and then we put it in rotation
Baddie tryna pull up on me, text her the location
Niggas steady in my phone, they begging for the placement
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