Lyrics

[Verse 1] Reminiscing 'bout them nights I ain't even had no ice (Are you in the Mafia?) Bitches ain't had no life, now the 'Gram got 'em hype I remember 2012, one-sixty for a pint Now look at the price I've been grinding for a minute, now look at my life All them dark days gone, now I'm shining bright I should go and get some head from my BM tonight Nah, I'm straight, I might just take my new bitch on a flight Fifty carats in my chain, I'm with Meech and them I got work in southwest like I'm T and them That shit bold how you told on your people and them That's why it's hard for me to all you new people in Where I'm from, you get a BIN or get a big I be talking to these hoes like I'm Pimpin' Ken Take a dope that's a seven, turn it to a ten Take a bitch out that Impala, put her in the Benz It come a day you gotta choose, you gon' win or lose? Rick Owens tennis shoes, I tie them bitches 'round the back Niggas wanna play with the money, put it on his scalp She gon' let me hit that kitty cat if I spread them racks New Model X, you ain't hear me cut it on? If you tryna hit that money switch, I can cut it on You can catch me in the foreign, laughin' on my money phone Meech made one chain cost a hundred, I don't know what he on My bitch face card don't decline (Mwah) She drink Casamigos, not wine (She don't drink that shit) She called me like a hundred million times (Bitch, what you want?) I'm quick to trade a penny for a dime [Chorus] Ayy, I get her the big Louis, that's her favorite size (The big one) She give me the wettest head, that's my favorite kind (I love that) I got on Dior shades so you can't see my eyes (Dior) If it's a flag on the play, you get penalized [Verse 2] Bitch, I ain't 'bout to buy you shit, you see it in my eyes Got a fifty strip in hundreds right here on my thighs She seen my chains in the dark, she said, "Oh my God" If I kill your favorite rapper, I won't get a bond What I slid in this pop? Shit, a lot of lines I can't even fuck like that, bitch, I'm kind of high You want some clout, we gon' make sure it's televised She don't run her mouth like that and that's what I like I sip so much Wock', I'ma turn into a pint She wanna fuck me quick, let her live her life She got a passport, I'ma book her flight What is that, a pint? Pour it in a Sprite Lil' nigga, add me up Pickin' everything out in Neiman's, make her bag it up You in the mall with your kids, oh, you lacking, huh? You was a killer on the 'Gram, you was capping, huh? My killers on go every time (Mafia) Bitch, this a ten milli', not a nine (Buh, buh) The plug called a hundred million times (Brrt, brrt, brrt) I swear to God, it's money on my mind [Chorus] Ayy, I get her the big Louis, that's her favorite size (Big Louis) She give me the wettest head, that's my favorite kind (Wet) I got on Dior shades so you can't see my eyes (Dior shades) If it's a flag on the play, you get penalized