3 Cell Phones

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic Walk to the valet, hop in the cockpit I'm with a goddess, her pussy awesome I can't wife her, I feel awful [Verse 1] Woo (DY Krazy) Haha (Freeband Gang) Yeah, yeah, yeah I just pop pills nigga, yeah, yeah (Yeah) I popped a pill, I feel so amazing I flex my skills, I was hittin' days in I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah) I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Driving in a transformer, don't go in the air Smashin' redbones, she so pretty, I hit her ba're 3 cellphones, I got bitches everywherе I don't ever take thе local pussy nowhere (No) Miscarriage, filled up carriage (Yeah, yeah) Twelve karats, lookin' like you married She ain't average, I told her she a bad bitch (Bad bitch) Live lavish, take off your salary Choppa, card bitch, that's for damn sure Love the fuckin' top shit, that's for damn sure (Woo) Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure Make her leg lock when I hit, that's for damn sure Spacey cadette, I'm that baby's daddy Went Italian on 'em, make your crash your Chevy (Crash your Chevy, yeah) Cuban link, linked up, flawless baguettes Fucked her in her house, shoot her pussy, soaked, with it (808 Mafia) [Chorus] Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic (Topic) Walk to the valet, hop in the cockpit (Cockpit) I'm with a goddess, her pussy awesome (Awesome) I can't wife her, I feel awful [Verse 2] Yellow, gold, presidential, Cartier watch Drivin' in a Bentley, continentially doin' knots, yeah Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico Come through zoomin' in a Robot, got my spot hot Yeah, I'ma stack the bread high, til' it dry rot Yeah, I done walked through hell, I'm a fly guy Yeah, I just want a fucking pay her, her pussy that fly [Refrain] Choppa, car, bitch, that's for damn sure Love to fuckin' talk shit, that's for damn sure (Woo) Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure Make her legs lock when I hit, that's for damn sure I popped a pill, I feel so amazing I flexed my scale, I was at the Days Inn I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah) I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Driving in a transformer, doors go in the air Smashin' a redbone, she so pretty, I hit her ba're 3 cell phones, I got bitches everywhere I don't never take the local pussy nowhere (No) [Outro] Take the profile out, ya dig? Wrist cost 'bout a house, bitch Pink diamonds shining off the blick, floss, floss, floss, yeah I just wanna be a boss, bitch, I signed with the boss, bitch MAC 11, nigga, boss, bitch, petty boys on top