FUCK_prod-maj-nd-808-demon_

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
808 demon
What the fuck-

[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck
Bitch I spilt my cup
Bags on bags on bags, I just be running shit up
Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris
$1,000 my appearance, too many sons I feel like a god damn parent

[Verse 1]
217 elites, yeah, these bitches say that I'm fleek, huh
Miami, bitch I got heat, I went to good times, I be hurting my feet
These niggas look up to me, yeah, Maajins gon' fuck with the beat
Bought her a new bag, slay boy you sweet
And I got top in the G
They asking questions, 'How the fuck you do it?'
But I just talk on the beat
I'm getting money up, bitch I'm higher than God
I put my cup on the seat
Lean on my ex hoe, bitch I feel like X
I'm in yo' hood sipping tea
I'm a lil addict to this God damn coupe
And this bitch quit sipping lean

[Verse 2]
Hold on, my coupe it got two doors
I'm gon' dip like 'kudos'
I been getting so much bag
My pockets fat like Xhulooo
Fuck, yeah, hold on
Fuck, bitch I'm the goat, run it up
I- I- I could just say the same shit on music, 'cause I'm still going up
F- Fuck, yeah, don't fuck with that lame shit
You a mean bitch, I'll tell you straight up, f- fuck
These niggas really my sons
You cannot be me bitch, you gon' run out of luck

[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck
Bitch I spilt my cup
Bags on bags on bags, I just be running shit up
Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris
$1,000 my appearance, too many sons I feel like a god damn parent