Bae 2 GoldenBoy CountUp

[Intro]
(Dang, Supreme, turn that shit down)
Uh, CountUp
CountUp
CountUp
Baby, I'm on that fly shit, baby, I'm so fuckin' fly
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Double-cross his ass 'cause you bad, now get in his dad
I'ma hit the gas, fuck that nigga, he ain't goin' back
Bae, I'm really up, you can come and pick the paper tag
Sick of his lil' ass, just be talkin', he ain't in his bag
I don't see your boyfriend, your ex, or your baby dad
Bitch, you better respect a nigga presence, I'm really gettin' cash
Tell that nigga get up off his ass and come and cop a bag
He can watch my car for the day, I'll give him cash
Oh, your baby daddy think he ballin' 'cause he got a brick?
'Cause he caught that scam wave he think he on some rich shit?
Tell that fuck nigga we in our twenties and we been rich
Tell him I be beatin' that pussy up and I don't spend shit
When he leave that sack, let me know so I can send jits
My stick titties bigger than your titties, bitch, real shit
When you put that shh on the road, you get real rich
Hear that shit barkin' out the bag, nigga, that's real pit
Thirty-five hundred for this bag, nigga, this real shit
If you go to jail and she don't fuck, that's a real bitch
When he bust it open, I realized it wasn't a real brick
Know that he was sicker than a bitch 'cause he wan' kill shit
Dog pop a pill before he drill, he don't feel shit
I can leave a mil' around my dog, he won't steal shit
Niggas always talkin' 'bout them P's, but they ain't seal shit
Golden in the trap, I'm bustin' down, I'm gettin' real rich