[Chorus]
O-O-Oh, you done fucked up now
My plug pull up, and I cop by the pound
We uppin' the score, and yours keep goin' down
She know she a ho, shawty keep comin' 'round
I keep goin' up like an escalator
Bitch give me head in the elevator
Dior, Gucci, I could take her
Nigga, do yourself a favor
Shut up and watch me count this paper
Boy, you a lame, sit back and do labor
Thick bitch, and she from Decatur
Cut a nigga off, and I don't need a razor
She said, "Dami, I know you a player"
She want a hero, but I can't save her (On God, BNYX)
[Verse 1]
Most of these hoes be weak
No Gunna, I know your bitch pushin' this P
Look, one, two, three
This how it sound when your shawty with me
Just like your ho, I'ma remake the bеat
I took an L, bounce back, and now I'm back on my feet
Hold, I'm finna stop it again
After I hit, put me on your friеnds
These niggas wan' hate, but I know it's a trend
I'm countin' this money, I don't need no friends
Boy, your block got spin again
All my pieces different
These days I don't got no stress
Nigga, you hatin', your money less
I can't beef with these niggas, I know it's a test (Fah, fah)
Your bitch hit my phone, and I had to reject (Gang, gang, grrah-bah-bah-bah)
O-O-Oh, you done fucked up now
My plug pull up, and I cop by the pound
We uppin' the score, and yours keep goin' down
She know she a ho, shawty keep comin' 'round
I keep goin' up like an escalator
Bitch give me head in the elevator
Dior, Gucci, I could take her
Nigga, do yourself a favor
Shut up and watch me count this paper
Boy, you a lame, sit back and do labor
Thick bitch, and she from Decatur
Cut a nigga off, and I don't need a razor
She said, "Dami, I know you a player"
She want a hero, but I can't save her (On God, BNYX)
[Verse 1]
Most of these hoes be weak
No Gunna, I know your bitch pushin' this P
Look, one, two, three
This how it sound when your shawty with me
Just like your ho, I'ma remake the bеat
I took an L, bounce back, and now I'm back on my feet
Hold, I'm finna stop it again
After I hit, put me on your friеnds
These niggas wan' hate, but I know it's a trend
I'm countin' this money, I don't need no friends
Boy, your block got spin again
All my pieces different
These days I don't got no stress
Nigga, you hatin', your money less
I can't beef with these niggas, I know it's a test (Fah, fah)
Your bitch hit my phone, and I had to reject (Gang, gang, grrah-bah-bah-bah)
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