Part 1
[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
Three-four, uh, double-o, uh
TTB
Uh, uh, nah, for real, though
[Chorus]
Fuck what you heard, what you know, lil' nigga?
Wrist an iceberg, light show, lil' nigga
Got an ass and ice pick, she a gold digger
Shorty got curves, but the racks got figures (Yeah)
Y'all ain't trying to work, trying to take pictures
Don't chase money, y'all just chase bitches
This that rich shit, tailor-fitted
Combat boots, riding with the black litty (Woo)
[Verse]
Keep a cool hundred in a hot pink fitted (Bands)
Scorsese, I make movies
War ready, keep my toolie (Boom)
Camel toe, you a big pussy (Yeah)
You a cunt, you a big pussy (Pussy)
Chip Skylark, nigga been did them groupies
I done signed too many boobies (Boobies)
Still can't get finessed
Espеcially not by no hoochie (No hoochie)
Especially not by no goofy (No goofy)
Rеal red got me loopy (Loopy)
Outline 'em out like Rudy (Rudy)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Peachtree Corners, I'm stunting (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck the opps, we hunting (For real)
AK tearing your stomach (Go get 'em)
Jack-o'-lantern, I pop pumpkins (Fuck)
Fauni be fucking up functions (Yeah)
Fauni handing out concussions (Three-four)
That's your wife? She fucking (Ooh)
That's your wife? She fucking (Go)
No poker face, no bluffing (Uh)
This good Wock', no 'Tussin (Yeah)
Don't try to car salesman me (Yeah, yeah)
Who the hell niggas think they hustling? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma always be rich (Yeah)
I ain't like the rest of y'all (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas tote thirties and dicks
But really ain't got the balls (Pussy)
You keep your ho walled
I just wanna bust right in her jaw (Yeah)
Your money, we taking it all
It's TTB, lil' nigga, fuck y'all (Thirty-four)
Got a bag for me, just say that (Just say that)
Ten grand racks and that's all cash
Yeah, money and me go way back
Yeah, money and me go way back (Bands, bands, bands)
[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
Three-four, uh, double-o, uh
TTB
Uh, uh, nah, for real, though
[Chorus]
Fuck what you heard, what you know, lil' nigga?
Wrist an iceberg, light show, lil' nigga
Got an ass and ice pick, she a gold digger
Shorty got curves, but the racks got figures (Yeah)
Y'all ain't trying to work, trying to take pictures
Don't chase money, y'all just chase bitches
This that rich shit, tailor-fitted
Combat boots, riding with the black litty (Woo)
[Verse]
Keep a cool hundred in a hot pink fitted (Bands)
Scorsese, I make movies
War ready, keep my toolie (Boom)
Camel toe, you a big pussy (Yeah)
You a cunt, you a big pussy (Pussy)
Chip Skylark, nigga been did them groupies
I done signed too many boobies (Boobies)
Still can't get finessed
Espеcially not by no hoochie (No hoochie)
Especially not by no goofy (No goofy)
Rеal red got me loopy (Loopy)
Outline 'em out like Rudy (Rudy)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid (Stupid)
Peachtree Corners, I'm stunting (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck the opps, we hunting (For real)
AK tearing your stomach (Go get 'em)
Jack-o'-lantern, I pop pumpkins (Fuck)
Fauni be fucking up functions (Yeah)
Fauni handing out concussions (Three-four)
That's your wife? She fucking (Ooh)
That's your wife? She fucking (Go)
No poker face, no bluffing (Uh)
This good Wock', no 'Tussin (Yeah)
Don't try to car salesman me (Yeah, yeah)
Who the hell niggas think they hustling? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma always be rich (Yeah)
I ain't like the rest of y'all (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas tote thirties and dicks
But really ain't got the balls (Pussy)
You keep your ho walled
I just wanna bust right in her jaw (Yeah)
Your money, we taking it all
It's TTB, lil' nigga, fuck y'all (Thirty-four)
Got a bag for me, just say that (Just say that)
Ten grand racks and that's all cash
Yeah, money and me go way back
Yeah, money and me go way back (Bands, bands, bands)
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