Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes [Spend some money on that
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes [Yeah, yeah yeah
Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes [Run that back, Turbo
East Atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope [Wheezy outta here
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover [A Ferrari and a Range Rover
That bih got a boy so she gon’ lay low [That boy got no mansion, he don’t
That boy just a lick, we serve him Karo [That boy doesn’t listen, he don’t
Cut that bitch right off, I feel like Van Gogh [Cut that bitch off, I feel like Van Gogh
Diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? [Dance floor
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go [Yeah, yeah, yeah
50K on my back end, I did a late show [Yeah, yeah yeah]
This that murder music
I let that chopper sing and they listen to it
My bitch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin’ booted
I pop a Perc’ and sip my drank, yeah, now I’m zooted
I’m a superstar, yeah, I live my life like a movie
I drive foreign cars and fuck bad bitches, yeah, I get to it
I buy a bitch a brand new bag, yeah, when I get bored
And that lil’ bitch keep calling me dad ’cause he can’t afford it
I swear I could’ve been a dad, but I made that bitch abort it
That was back when I was down bad, now the young nigga worth a fortune
Hell nah, you can’t be my BM, that’s just like extortion
Hell nah, lil’ bitch can’t put me on no child support
Make a bitch take a Plan B before I let a bitch take me to court
Yeah, we getting too much cash, lil’ bitch, but you a know a young nigga want more
Damn, this freak ho water wet, I think I need a new surfboard
Yeah, I keep it a hundred thousand, young nigga, I ain’t telling stories
Yeah, I spend a couple thousand every time I walk up in that store
Yeah, I might blow a couple thousand on that bitch ’cause she a pretty whore
Yeah, this ain’t the regular Lamb’, lil’ bitch, yeah, this Aventador
Yeah, and we having sticks for ham niggas ’cause we don’t fuck with pork
Yeah, I might smoke an opp nigga, shawty, but I don’t fuck with ‘Ports
Yeah, I spotted an opp in the party, told lil’ bro, “Lock the door”
I upped my MAC and I told the pussy nigga, “Get on the floor
Give me them racks, give me that watch, bitch, it ain’t yours no more”
I got this bitch with an OnlyFans, yeah, she a super whore
She’ll do whatever for them bands, that’s why she mi amor
Hell yeah, she mine for sure [Yeah]
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes [Spend some money on that
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes [Yeah, yeah yeah
Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes [Run that back, Turbo
East Atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope [Wheezy outta here
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover [A Ferrari and a Range Rover
That bih got a boy so she gon’ lay low [That boy got no mansion, he don’t
That boy just a lick, we serve him Karo [That boy doesn’t listen, he don’t
Cut that bitch right off, I feel like Van Gogh [Cut that bitch off, I feel like Van Gogh
Diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? [Dance floor
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go [Yeah, yeah, yeah
50K on my back end, I did a late show [Yeah, yeah yeah]
