[Intro]
Uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, talkin', talkin', like, uh, uh
I got people talkin', talkin', like, uh, uh
I can't even talk to these bitches, like, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Hello world, Hello Kitty, hello my bitches and pretty girls
I be in the city, I'm makin' a bad flip
I ride around witchu', ride around with a bad bitch
God damn mothe- uh, uh, to the Coupe
And I ain't even trippin' if I'm 'bout to lose you
I can't fuck with that hoe but she too goody two shoes
Yeah, I got some lose screws, can't tell when I move though
God damn mothe-
[Chorus]
I got people talkin'
They talkin' 'bout me, droppin' names and weighin' options
And I fеll back, God damn, gimme love
'Cause thеse broke lil' bitches, they don't make enough
I'm lettin' only bad bitches in my club
[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, like, uh, uh
I don't even wanna talk to these bitches like, nuh-uh
We been in the crib, we been makin' some big bucks
I can't even carry you bitches, like, get up, where yo bands at?
Where yo chop? Where yo bag? Where yo mans at?
Yeah, he broke, he makin' trap [?] Bandlab
He flexin' all that fake ass money in the [?]
I don't try, I just give up and I block bitches
Lil' bitch tummy tuck, what the fuck?
I be gettin' paper, you gettin' luck
Bitch got what you lack and we don't pay that pussy back
Got that Prada attack, and you got half of what you had
Uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, talkin', talkin', like, uh, uh
I got people talkin', talkin', like, uh, uh
I can't even talk to these bitches, like, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Hello world, Hello Kitty, hello my bitches and pretty girls
I be in the city, I'm makin' a bad flip
I ride around witchu', ride around with a bad bitch
God damn mothe- uh, uh, to the Coupe
And I ain't even trippin' if I'm 'bout to lose you
I can't fuck with that hoe but she too goody two shoes
Yeah, I got some lose screws, can't tell when I move though
God damn mothe-
[Chorus]
I got people talkin'
They talkin' 'bout me, droppin' names and weighin' options
And I fеll back, God damn, gimme love
'Cause thеse broke lil' bitches, they don't make enough
I'm lettin' only bad bitches in my club
[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, like, uh, uh
I don't even wanna talk to these bitches like, nuh-uh
We been in the crib, we been makin' some big bucks
I can't even carry you bitches, like, get up, where yo bands at?
Where yo chop? Where yo bag? Where yo mans at?
Yeah, he broke, he makin' trap [?] Bandlab
He flexin' all that fake ass money in the [?]
I don't try, I just give up and I block bitches
Lil' bitch tummy tuck, what the fuck?
I be gettin' paper, you gettin' luck
Bitch got what you lack and we don't pay that pussy back
Got that Prada attack, and you got half of what you had
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