[Chorus]
Nigga, where your pole at?
Shawty hit my phone, askin where I’m goin'
I got plenty racks, baby, we can blow it
Niggas plotting on me, I don’t think they know it
And my favorite time of year is when it’s snowing
Chrome hearts all up on my body, she gon’ fuck me for it
I’m in love with all this cash, it's not my fault I adore it
Tryna get my gang out fast, we gon' be racing foreigns
I just hope we don’t fall out about some stupid shit
[Verse]
Why she claiming that she know me? I ain't knew that bitch
They keep sayin' "This shit fire," but I just talk my shit
Choppa came wit' extended mags' and a cooling kit
I might play all this shit back if you fuck with gang
I still love you, this shit sad that I had to change
Bitch, I walk in wit' a bag, no, we not the same
Shawty, I’m donе with your ass, why you playing games?
Okay, real rockstar shit
And my niggas raging out in the mosh pit
I see Rick Owеn’s, my bag, I’m gon’ cop it
Nigga we gon’ pop yo' ass if you talk shit
Had to cut that lil' bitch off 'cause she toxic
[Chorus]
Nigga, where your pole at?
Shawty hit my phone, askin where I’m goin'
I got plenty racks, baby, we can blow it
Niggas plotting on me, I don’t think they know it
And my favorite time of year is when it’s snowing
Chrome hearts all up on my body, she gon’ fuck me for it
I’m in love with all this cash, it's not my fault I adore it
Tryna get my gang out fast, we gon' be racing foreigns
I just hope we don’t fall out up on some stupid shit
Nigga, where your pole at?
Shawty hit my phone, askin where I’m goin'
I got plenty racks, baby, we can blow it
Niggas plotting on me, I don’t think they know it
And my favorite time of year is when it’s snowing
Chrome hearts all up on my body, she gon’ fuck me for it
I’m in love with all this cash, it's not my fault I adore it
Tryna get my gang out fast, we gon' be racing foreigns
I just hope we don’t fall out about some stupid shit
[Verse]
Why she claiming that she know me? I ain't knew that bitch
They keep sayin' "This shit fire," but I just talk my shit
Choppa came wit' extended mags' and a cooling kit
I might play all this shit back if you fuck with gang
I still love you, this shit sad that I had to change
Bitch, I walk in wit' a bag, no, we not the same
Shawty, I’m donе with your ass, why you playing games?
Okay, real rockstar shit
And my niggas raging out in the mosh pit
I see Rick Owеn’s, my bag, I’m gon’ cop it
Nigga we gon’ pop yo' ass if you talk shit
Had to cut that lil' bitch off 'cause she toxic
[Chorus]
Nigga, where your pole at?
Shawty hit my phone, askin where I’m goin'
I got plenty racks, baby, we can blow it
Niggas plotting on me, I don’t think they know it
And my favorite time of year is when it’s snowing
Chrome hearts all up on my body, she gon’ fuck me for it
I’m in love with all this cash, it's not my fault I adore it
Tryna get my gang out fast, we gon' be racing foreigns
I just hope we don’t fall out up on some stupid shit
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