​Fully Loaded ​tana & Rich Amiri

[Verse 1: tana]
Huh, huh
Huh (Okay), huh (Okay), come on
I'm with slime in this bitch (In this bitch)
Can’t drop a dime on this bitch
I run through her mind, so she sick
I-I drop a lil' ticket on my fit
AP look like Fitbit on my wrist
It's a whole lot of bitches in this bitch (In this bitch)
And I’m stackin' up riches with my clique
And this ho wanna eat dick 'til I dip, huh (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Fully loaded, automatic
Look for a problem, we p— (Huh)
L-Look for a problem, we probably have it
Ballin' out like Orlando Magic (Huh)

[Verse 2: tana]
I hit NY, bitch, I'm with the gang
Slave master, my niggas in whips and chains
Young nigga necklace and a pinky ring
They think I'm schitz', a nigga went insane
Mulsanne, I take off the brain
Shootin' shit, bitch, I’m havin’ range
I'm totin’ that quick picker upper (Huh)
The bitch want it, I'ma fuck her
Send an opp cryin' to his mother
And I'm havin’ everything I wanted
Cut 'em off, he linked with the opponent (Yeah)
If you need anything, bitch, I'm on it
I can't let a nigga take my moment (Yeah)