​roo doo

Lyrics

[Intro] Lentra on the beat, he's fucking it up Hey, the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fucking Lentra, the god? [Chorus] She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, ayy And I'm hot for quiche, so I'm after money Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny (Ayy, what? Sorry, but umm) [Verse 1] Getting all this money So I might just change my name to something punny Baby with the money, put it on my name Like why, you tryna ball with me, I created this game I'm sinkin' three's from half court While I'm wearing a forty pound chain Out in China, getting couple bags I feel like Santa, lemme check the tag And thotties on my mind, I'm at the stake Blame it on the lag, I see you're dying from the vape You call me GOAT for your escape I'm dripping so much, made a lake Betty Crocker how I whip my wrist, I made a cake How I really wish I had my fits, a Bathing Ape Baby flowing crazy like linguist, Bolognese Pull up on, I'll pop you like a zit, Johnny Cage Blood clot, big thot, I ain't fazed, yeah Two wrists, big nerf, do not play, yeah Don't trip, New Balance, purple with the Suede, yuh Yo baby like what you even sayin'? [Chorus] She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, ayy And I'm hot for quiche, so I'm after money Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny (Ayy, what? Sorry, but umm) [Verse 2] Big bag, hit a nice store, fuck a price tag Ticktock, check my wrist walk, check the ice age Duck cops, scope a 12 Gauge, that's a headshot Jump pad, now I'm on top, do you aim bot? Where we gonna drop? (Drop) Tilted got me locked (Locked) I'm flaming all these scrubby players on my desktop (Yeah) I'm sick and tired of thots, they don't know when to stop Won't she ever stop? (Pew, pew, pew, pew) Couple haters calling, and I do not wanna talk She tryna pipe it up on me, but you know I gotta walk Enamel on my teeth and yeah of course I brush my teeth And then I heard you want some beef So I'ma chomp you up like meat And I know I got the key because your girlies on her knee She be like praying up to me askin' me how'd I make it G Sip a little tea, I'd rather work it with some speed My money growin' on a tree, this baby don't do it for free [Chorus] She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, ayy And I'm hot for quiche, so I'm after money Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny (Ayy, what? Sorry, but umm)