‏‏‎let it go

[Intro]
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her- got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her- got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe

[Chorus]
(Bitch)
You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina (Uh-huh)
Bad lil’ mamacita, I think she Latina (Whoa, uh-huh)
Windows tinted, Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena (Yeah-huh)
This hoe, she an eater

[Verse]
Had to to do this shit alone, had to give my all (Yeah-huh)
I just had to send her home, then I never call
Sippin’ good Toseina, but I don’t got no cough (Yeah-huh)
I don't got no opps no more, I done smoked them all
Spread my money on the floor, watch this twentyball
We don't shop at the mall no more, Rodeo, bitch, we ball
I had to stack my money up, had to make that bitch tall (Make that bitch tall)
No, this bitch is not my hoe, she just giving top (Giving top)
Unless we talking money, hoe, I don’t wanna talk (Don't wanna talk)
No, you not my buddy, bro, hop off of my cock (Off my cock)
Laughing to the bank like, ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha)

[Bridge]
I'll just keep it a hunnid’, hoe, on ten toes
I'll just keep it a hunnid’, hoe, I might ghost
Money talk, I'm fluent, I don’t mean to boast
Try me, and my toolie, it might hit yo’ dome

[Pre-Chorus]
(Huh)
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe (Hit this hoe)
All my hoes tan, they like J Lo (Yeah, yeah)
I don't got too many friends, but I got some foes (Yeah)
I'm not tryna make amends, I’mma let it go (Yeah, huh-huh)

[Chorus]
(Bitch)
You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina (Yeah, huh)
Bad lil’ mamacita, I think she Latina (Whoa, uh-huh)
Windows tinted, Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena (Uh-huh)
This hoe, she an eater