Drop your location she think she need a son
Yeah
Put on my chains now she think she need a son
She keep a glock in her bag
She think she need a son
Put up v v s blocks with the cash
Takes me a son uh
Came up hustle with the bag oh no
I can't get it to the gossip
B**h can't see me i'm binoculars
Run' a check up i'm proud of you
You running them racks up i'm proud of you
Ah all bad bitches eat c food
Took the hotbox on the detour
Came back red on the bottom i'm shooting
Posted the double
She thinking she met something
Could that rihanna
She thinking she met something
Step like a stepper she dripping a milli up
Gucci she think she mil' something
She barely ever popping outside
But when she do when she tryna kill something
My number one hit her always moving in silence
She the truth
Real one real one real one
You can ask me if she gang gang
She can taste strip the same thing i do
Yeah she not my a main thing
But on the weekend she loving my crew
Loving my crew
She say she got a man i act death
I don't hear her come here girl stop playing
Let me put it in your liver
Eat what's in my pants
They don't gotta go to dinner
I stole a heart that shine i still i'm
Sorry i'm a sinner let her put my chains on
Now she think she me or something
Got a special ring tone
When it beep i know she coming
She just put her hair on
Now she think she clear something
And i don't hit that g spot
When she scream i know she coming
I put her in lv on my feet it's lv
I think i'm a lover boy saint
'til your b**h like l v's
My b**h in the front seat
My other b**h in backseat
Not over your other b**h
I'm talking about my choppy
Know i keep a bankroll baby count my bankroll
Put her in your purse
She say it's too much bae it won't go
Too much bae it won't fold
Too much bae i'm gone chose
I know i got a lot of y'all
But baby you my favorite hoe
She love me she love me not
She love me she love me not
She love me not
She love me she love me not
Baby in this b**h like let me do here
I need niggas for the new year
Send a third i send my crew there
Know they hate how big i blew her
Got that check for real
Went all them up and bought my boo one
Think my favorite cards
My blue and pop that s**t for real i do this
Put my heart inside my safe deposit bar
'cause i ain't gon' use it i made
Forty million last year
And that's just off my music
I done finally got the m**g ball
And i ain't gon' lose it
Seem like everybody snoozing
While i'm steadily improving
I get money like i'm jewish
I'm gon' be the one
She got all them braces up her arm
Look like she need her some
She can do chanel whenever
She want to like it's free of something
I've been buying birding bags
With bitches like they three for one
Excuse my friend i'm sorry mamas
This final cost five hundred
I've been lit for five summers
Everyone know how i'm coming
Really exotic bags for thirty five
We got outside punching
Niggas don't want war with us
I spend it to my last hundred
Racking on racking
Now she think she missed some
Dressing like she texting
Now she think she miss some
Count up cash really fast
Now she think she miss some
Keep the stand up on her bag
Now she think she miss some
Walked in with a baddie
Now she think she miss some
Go drop the addy now she think she miss some
Bust down an waldemar
Now she think she miss some
Cop another foreign car
Now she think she miss some
B**h don't need a stylist
She must think she miss some
Always going she must think she me a son
Turn up on a bad hoe
She must think she me a son
Diamonds on her rings and a chain
Think she me a son
Posted up running with her gang
Think she me a son
Flawless free band gang rapping
Like she me a son
Yeah pull up wicked no other you got tricks
