Song Lyrics:

I buy a new car for the bi**h (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bi**h (for real)
You can't even talk to the bi**h (no)
She f**king with bosses and shi* (on God)
I pull up in 'Rari's and shi*, with choppers and Harley's and shi* (for real)
I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shi* (bi**h)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bi**h, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bi**h, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bi**h)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Ni**as tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, Ni**a? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, Ni**a? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog
Dunk right in your bi**h like O'Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bi**h, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shi*
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no f**k 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bi**h, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bi**h, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a Ni**a wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bi**h, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bi**h)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard


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