On Some Shit Like That

[Intro]
Hmm
All facts, yeah
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Yep
Y'all niggas'll see a nigga with some money man
Call a nigga big brother, man, niggas is dick-suckers
Niggas grown ass dick suckers
Need to get some shit together
Yeah
Huh

[Verse]
Yeah, I don't pay for pussy, get asked for the free (For the free)
Huh, weak bitch, please, bad bitch, Meech
I just spent one-fifty, man, this Patek clean
Huh, to be exact, one-fifty-three (One-fifty-three)
Paint a nigga shirt red from a white tee (That's crazy)
Off-White Jordans, I'm a hype beast (That's crazy)
Tell that bitch I fucked her friends even though shе might see
This bitch went and fucked my man, she just likе me
I been fucking with that snow, it got me icy
Choppin' up shit, I'm just like Lee
They like, "Tay you steppin' out in Gucci" Man, bitch, I might be
Young rich nigga with a bag so they like me
Wonder if I ever go to jail, will they write me?
Put my hoes in Coco Chanel like I'm Ice-T
Got the best head in my life from a Pisces
Can't fuck a bitch that's boring, I like bitches real triflin'
(Hm) Hmm
I can't fuck a bitch that's boring, I like bitches real triflin'
Yeah
I like bitches real nasty, could give a fuck if you classy
You ain't fuck me in the trap then you can't fuck me in the mansion
If you ain't pull up on Ashton, you can't come to Calabasas
It's 'bout who have it the longest, not who get it the fastest
You fuck bitches and love 'em, I fuck bitches and pass 'em, yeah (Fuck on)
Huh, yeah
On some shit like that
I just fucked her, I ain't know this was yo' bitch like that (Damn)
That shit look good, I ain't know you was that thick like that (Oh damn)
What you bought that ass? How it get like that? (How it get like that?)
I buy every bitch a bag 'cause I'm rich like that
I got friends fucking friends, yeah, it get like that
Yeah, shit be fun and games 'til yo' clique get whacked
You be thinkin' you the man 'til yo' bitch get snatched
Tellin' all them gangster stories, man, that shit be cap
What nigga you smacked? What nigga you clapped?
You be all on the internet, postin' all subliminal
I hope you know that one day we gon' run into you
Bad bitch, see-through shirt, titties visible
You puttin' up with a broke nigga, living miserable
She got seven bitches in her clique, yeah, I hit a few
She was calling me her best friend but I hit it too