I buy a new
car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the
bitch (for real)
You can 't even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses
and shit (oh God)
I pull up in 'Rari's and shit,
with choppers and Harley's and shit (for real)
I be Gucci'd down,
you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that,
yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair,
yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair,
yeah (oh God)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they
real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head
like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend
a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters,
they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch,
cute face and some nice titties
Seventy- five hunnid on a Saint
Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin'
your ashes (bitch)
I ain't no sucker,
I ain't cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard (wild,
wild, wild, wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go
faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me,
they playin' catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account,
yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah, dog (huh yeah)nah
for real dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills,
dog (21)
Wanna see a body,
nigga? Get you killed dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga?
Get you killed dog (wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dog
(21) you a lil' dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog,
chasing mil's dog (yeah)
Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal,
dog (wet)
Yes I shoot like Reggie
Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (fast)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch,
she say that I got a ruler dick
Spray your block down,
we not really with that ruh- rah shit
Glock cocked now,
I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max,
you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna
get busy with me
'Rari matte black and I got
a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account,
yeah (oh God)
In my bank account,
yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (ohGod)
Ready to gun you down,
yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down,
