[Intro]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
I got cash but im tryna make more
I put my bitches in christian dior
Woah
I put my bitches in christian dior
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
[Verse 1]:
Double cup I've been sipping hi tech
If that nigga ain't gang he ain't earn my respect
All the racks on the floor I be making it wet
Heard he tryna make cash cut the dice and lets bet
I just make her lil tap tap give me head
I be smoking on cack jack got me red
All that lean I might nap nap straight to bed
I be high on the flap jacks on a jet
Yea I send a nigga back
Send a nigga back
All these balmain jeans make a bitch clap
Twenty twenty yea im still rocking snapbacks
How you go around town doing my dance
How you go around town claiming you gang
Stacking them hundreds no fifties
I get a stiff from my glicky
He ain't doing shit he ain't busy
Riding around town on the molly im trippin'
I got this cash on me yea I be flipping
I make my shot I feel like scotty pippin
Blew off his leg now that boy started limping
Smoking on diesel
I got these hits in the trap like the beatles
I was the one serving packs when it was illegal
Molly san tan got me high like a eagle
I went and got my lil baby new birkin
Couple weeks later on my phone she was lurking
Told her to chill a young nigga was flirting
She left with the birk a young nigga was hurting
And none of these bitches is perfect
Spending racks and that stress it ain't worth it
I just talk to the lord on my knees
Oh wait I forgot
But im still serving packs after church every week
Hit a blunt with my deacon he asked for some sheets
She suck on my dick I just tell her to preach
Yea she got a fat ass and it look like a peach
Yea these niggas some lames and they still tryna leach
I go high on the keys man I feel like alicia
Why that boy tryna fight man he ain't got no reach
All this water on me like I came off the beach
Sheesh
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
I put my bitches in christian dior
I got cash but im tryna make more
I put my bitches in christian dior
Woah
I put my bitches in christian dior
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
[Verse 1]:
Double cup I've been sipping hi tech
If that nigga ain't gang he ain't earn my respect
All the racks on the floor I be making it wet
Heard he tryna make cash cut the dice and lets bet
I just make her lil tap tap give me head
I be smoking on cack jack got me red
All that lean I might nap nap straight to bed
I be high on the flap jacks on a jet
Yea I send a nigga back
Send a nigga back
All these balmain jeans make a bitch clap
Twenty twenty yea im still rocking snapbacks
How you go around town doing my dance
How you go around town claiming you gang
Stacking them hundreds no fifties
I get a stiff from my glicky
He ain't doing shit he ain't busy
Riding around town on the molly im trippin'
I got this cash on me yea I be flipping
I make my shot I feel like scotty pippin
Blew off his leg now that boy started limping
Smoking on diesel
I got these hits in the trap like the beatles
I was the one serving packs when it was illegal
Molly san tan got me high like a eagle
I went and got my lil baby new birkin
Couple weeks later on my phone she was lurking
Told her to chill a young nigga was flirting
She left with the birk a young nigga was hurting
And none of these bitches is perfect
Spending racks and that stress it ain't worth it
I just talk to the lord on my knees
Oh wait I forgot
But im still serving packs after church every week
Hit a blunt with my deacon he asked for some sheets
She suck on my dick I just tell her to preach
Yea she got a fat ass and it look like a peach
Yea these niggas some lames and they still tryna leach
I go high on the keys man I feel like alicia
Why that boy tryna fight man he ain't got no reach
All this water on me like I came off the beach
Sheesh
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
[Chorus]:
I put my bitches in christian dior
Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more
Everywhere that I go I pull up two door
Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
( PrayforJoeyy )
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