Ok

I’m just talking my shit ok
Bad hoe that’s my type ok
Bad hoe she gone do what I say
Y-Yuh Yuh
Maison Margiela or Rick can’t say
Fire ass garments on my body ok
If life was a game I’m winning ok
On my thugga’ shit
W-walk in the store and my jeans stuffed with lettuce
I think I’m sick I caught a money fetish
These niggas be broke, these niggas be peasants uhh
Bro got a plug he pour up a 4
All black my whip with suicide doors
I’m chasing these bucks like this shit a chore
I-I been the one, and these niggas know it
I turn 1 to 2 ok
I turn 2 to 3 ok
I’m increasing my stock everyday uhh
I’m chasing these bucks
That hoe want a handout like she out of luck
Like I been chasing these racks
All of these niggas broke that shit facts
If a nigga got a problem Ima’ push his shit back
Ok
Old ass Glock but it spray
Don’t even come my way ok
She throw it back she gone make it shake
I just hit a dub but I spend everyday
Japanese writing on my tags ok
I’m gettin’ too fly thought a nigga was gay
I’m married to the money can’t call you bae
But wassup
Tell a hater get off of my nuts
Niggas talkin’ shit but these niggas be broke
These niggas be clowns these niggas be jokes
I’m just talking my shit ok
Bad hoe that’s my type ok
Bad hoe she gone do what I say
Y-Yuh Yuh
Maison Margiela or Rick can’t say
Fire ass garments on my body ok
If life was a game I’m winning ok