Lyrics

[Chorus] Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap I'm a wolf, you a sheep Makin' money in my sleep I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three I should go and get a sleeve Plain watch fifty G's Not no SIs, these V's What if I go ice my teeth? We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf? When I cook, don't use no grease RGS, we run the streets [Verse 1] Last time a nigga checked, you ain't even have a check Lil' bro a hundred pounds with the chopper, soakin' wet Rappin' 'bout a hundred bands, that shit layin' on my chest In my pеndant, you see emeralds outlinin' flower sеt You see ice all in the front and it's ice all in the back I be signing autographs when I step one foot in Saks I got pants, shirts, and hats The fitting room look a mess My bitch a ten on her worst day, this ain't even her best Don't forget to stand over him, give his ass the rest If the feds find what I'm doin', they gon' give a nigga the chair Niggas beefing over a thousand dollars, the price of my bitch hair Niggas talkin', but I don't care Don't even count it, it's all there The way I'm shittin' on these lil' niggas, it ain't even fair From Rock City, not State Fair I'm not a game, but I'm a player Let me hear you niggas diss and I'ma put you in the blender Bring the mink out in the winter Drop the top, it's still September 'Bout these hoes, these niggas tender I can't even do shit with her She better say all this shit hers if the state troopers flick us Don't worry 'bout me talkin', I won't give they ass a hiccup Catch you standin' on your block, blicka, blicka, blicka [Chorus] Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap I'm a wolf, you a sheep Makin' money in my sleep I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three I should go and get a sleeve Plain watch fifty G's Not no SIs, these V's What if I go ice my teeth? We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf? When I cook, don't use no grease RGS, we run the streets [Verse 2] New anniversary make these hoes wanna fuck me If I let her give me head, then she lucky I told her, "Fuck a baecation, bitch, we goin' to Kentucky" I can't the scent on these 'bows 'cause they musty I can't let no civilian hit my cup 'cause it's muddy I sip so much of this shit, I might turn into a zombie Your pussy kind of mid, baby, I'm just bein' honest My fit cost some shit, boy, I'm tired of bein' modest My bitch got a CPL She ain't even had to get no BBL That nigga that you lovin' on a rat, I can see his tail All these diamonds pokin' on my glasses, I can't read the mail Let a whole thing go untouched, I ain't need a scale I don't need no clientele, nigga, all I need is cut Put my dick all in her gut Put my thumb all in her butt She think so highly 'bout her nigga, but his ass a crumb I spend like 15k on clothes, I do this every month I know you heard about the last opp, his ass in the blunt Fuck if the truth hurt your feelings, baby, suck it up She don't really want shit out of life but a tummy tuck No, it ain't no love in these streets, so I just run it up [Chorus] Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap I'm a wolf, you a sheep Makin' money in my sleep I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three I should go and get a sleeve Plain watch fifty G's Not no SIs, these V's What if I go ice my teeth? We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf? When I cook, don't use no grease RGS, we run the streets