[Chorus]
Take his bitch, nah, I don't need no money (Ay, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?)
Brand new batch of the work, make the trap go bunny
She tryna link, I ain't no dummy
Go to sleep in Balenci', I'm sure that bitch want me, my money don't end like it's One Piece
Made this ho drink me up, like my nickname is sunny
Drop D on that bitch she can’t dump me
Brand new crib and it came with some bunting
Load a rifle up gang going hunting
Vlone jeans on me bitch i am stunting
3 for 3 on the drops ain't miss one thing
Took a flight to L.A., chilling at his bitch crib
She do onlyfans she 20 something
100k in 2 days these niggas do nothing
Ain’t i tell you niggas stop the munching
[Verse]
Bitch i [?]
Niggas kiki til they hurt
She gon eat me, dessert
This a full auto stick not no burst (uh)
MVP like i’m durk
No CVV gotta search (uh)
Bitch get on my nerves, ima hit that ho then i revert (oh yeah)
I spent that pack in daylight (yuh)
These niggas mad they ain’t right (huh)
If it’s bout cash i get hype (yuh)
Leave that ho now that bitch uptight (yuh)
I put the coke in the headlights (shhhhh)
I’m dippin dodgin from the feds right now
I’m goin up hesi fuck red lights (yuh)
Flyin first class my head high
Bitch you gotta back back (yuh)
I lost my phone had to back track (uh)
Get fresh out the pin for a head crack
Walk up in walgreens ask “where the meds at?”
My ooter on go he don’t need a xan
In that horse it don’t stop, yea free the man
Power up on the beat and go super saiyan
I had racks since a jit all i know is bands
Im the mastermind, i got the upper hand
Im all woke nigga i feel like Gruncle Stan
Bitch i stay off the gas, i don’t fuck wit xans
Why his bro keep on talkin i’ll up his mans
Bitch i stay to my myself i don’t fuck wit them
Brand new marty on me cost a arm and limb
Lil bitch i’m finna blow fuck osama then
Why these niggas real salty i don’t honor them
Bitch, yuh
Yea, want a response send me a 30
Money real dirty heh