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[Chorus: Redda]
(Pourin' up now) That bitch, she sip on some lean, I sip that red, not no green
Fuckin' that bitch in a— Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets
And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese
Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please
I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath
Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm
Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)
Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch
I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip
They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy,'' huh

[Verse 1: Redda]
I'm so motherfuckin' friеd, ain't know that I fucked on yo' bitch, yeah
I'm so goddamn high, my ex on thе Perc' on the stick
He wan' try us, lil' bitch, we got sticks
Come and try us, lil' bitch, we got blicks
Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for a pack
Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for some dick, huh
Pop me a motherfuckin' blue, that's a Avatar pill, huh
Lil' Redda off of the shrooms, now I know what that Avatar feels
Bitch wanna get next to me, lil' bitch want some ecstasy
Yeah, big bro, pass me the Bentley key, yeah
Bentayga baddie, that bitch on her knees, yeah
Balenciaga, it's matchin' my sneak, yeah
Balenciaga, the Strikes on my feet
I had the Fendi and Prada and Ricky the tee
I got Louis Vuitton, I said, ''Rest in peace, V"
Huh, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V
Yeah, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V

[Chorus: Redda & Dom Corleo]
That bitch, she sip on some lean, I sip that red, not no green
Fuckin' that bitch in a— Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets
And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese
Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please
I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath
Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm
Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)
Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch
I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip
They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy,'' huh (Yo)

[Verse 2: Dom Corleo]
I can go up when I wanna (Yeah, huh)
I'm the hottest, hotter than the sauna (Yeah)
Known to put a lil' ho in designer
Known to hit the ho once, never call her (Never call her)
And I still got the ho callin' back (Back)
Yeah, I still got that ho on my back (Still got that ho on my back)
And it's nothin' that's holdin' me back (Real)
Me and all of the money attached (Oh yeah)
And I'm in love with the green (I'm in love)
Probably picked the money over sex
Probably pick a ho and bigger checks (Then get chased)
Probably fuck a ho with bigger tits (Then get teased)
But she don't get the tip
She get down and she play with the tip (Yo)
Stack my pockets, I walk with a limb (Oh, wow)
Fully loaded, I shoot at this bitch (Oh, wow)
Glock with the dick, and I play the with clip
I stand on my money, I'm tall in this bitch (Oh wow)
And just like Nowitzki, I ball in this bitch (Oh, wow)
My hand on the Glock and I'm aimin' that bitch (Wow)
K-K-K rounds (Shit), he got K-K-Karo (Woah)
Wait, wait, bad ho (Ha)
Like, tell me, is you on go? (Tell me, is you on go?)
'Cause I got a bankroll, couldn't just thumb through my bands, bro (Through my bands, bro)
Couldn't just count it on my hands, bro
My bitch, you can't have her, bro
(My bitch, you can't have her bro)
(I bet you can't count bands on my fuckin' hands, yeah, yeah, yo)
(I bet you can't count bands on my fuckin' hands, yeah, yeah, yo)

[Chorus: Redda & Dom Corleo]
That bitch, she sip on some lean (Woah), I sip that red, not no green
Fuckin' that bitch in a— (Yo) Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets
And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese
Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please
I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath
Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm
Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)
Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch
I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip
They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy"