6 AM Afterparty

[Verse 1]
(yeah)
Who the stupid nigga hittin' on my fucking line?
Beg a party, baby, for her, she be stupid firing
Hold me sipping lay he sitting on the sofa (on the sofa)
Got a wrecka like a barbie she love cocka (she love sosa)
Big rocks I got shots look like a tide a tads
Running your bitch I got luxa with my lonely watch
Spark a fuck nigga cripping on my raid to watch
Tell them pass before I mark you with that, ey

Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that
Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that
Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that

[Verse 2]
(Azide on the beat)
Bitch I'm killin' any nigga that'll run for my line
Boy get a party that'll call me all the time
Get ready with the shine you ain't hittin' with the grind
And I'ma do it like
If you run up on me, I'ma hit you with the shots
Call me a forclear for my prospec shots
I know that bitch drake 'cause that nigga got lux
I ain't even be worried that shit took it on up the top
A meg got mag 'cause she group a nigga top
Wearing all black like I'm from the cops
Making up the music, everybody get a job
A-a-all of that GUCCI may you noted I'ma snob
Chillin up and happy may you noted I'ma guard
Roll up in this bitch and I did it for the squad, yeah
I did it for the squad!

Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that
Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that
Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey)
Hit you with that money, with that