Lyrics

[Intro: Smino] Yeah Right Ooh-woo Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Just re'd up my product, product (Uh) Bought lil' baby some brand new Prada (Yeah) South St. Louis, she my momma Surprise with sugar, she was just tryna flex the Flexed up, one on one with the bitch like Kyla Cup dark like Mahershala Lotta you wanna love Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling) Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn) Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling) Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn) Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling) Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka [Verse: Smino & Bari] Brand new watch, Barack-a, presidential Periwinkle go purple in my Fanta, Fanta Damn, too much fronto, lil' Bari said too much fronto (Uh) I don't beef, don't carne asada (Nah) I don't beat that corn on the cob up (Nah) Dick like a pistol, never a problem She callin' me-me-me, big poppa Came from the Northside, diamond upped water, woo So, you learn, the game's a game (Yeah) Yeah, fame is fame (Yeah), bitch, you're lame, you're lame (Yeah) Took your bitch to P.F. Chang's Quick to drip like P.F. Fly She ate the pistachio-o-o-o [Outro: Monte Booker] Ayy, nigga, I was just playing my momma the album She already decided you, you her new favorite rapper Crazy, them folks from HBO just hit me too They wanna use some of that new music I told 'em, "Cut that motherfuckin' chizzeck"