Ralph Lorn

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$] Heaven sent Benz fruity Coupe Cut the roof off Count that money seven times 'Cuz I'm too gone All black Never catch me with no suit on She hit the blunt once Said that kush too strong Flip phone Motorola with that Yola bruh 645 for the dick that's what I sold her, uh uh I'll fuck her face Put it in her place Eat that pussy raw dog 'Cuz I love the taste Six hoes, Pimp mode Fuck her like a Nympho Money on my mind I'm sniffing coke out of her dimples Yo' bitch is basic man That's just to keep it simple I'm Polo to my draws Bloody Jewels where my wrist go Now drop some dollars Tell her pop it like a zit I'm the shit 100 Thousand worth of profit on my dick, bitch Yuh, yuh Yung Wavy Jones Herringbone made of white gold Trapping pay phones [Outro] I got a new ho I just bought a pistol Just got some new clothes Motherfuck a thrift store I got a new ho I just bought a pistol Just got some new clothes Motherfuck a thrift store I got a new ho I just bought a pistol Just got some new clothes Motherfuck a thrift store I got a new ho I just bought a pistol Just got some new clothes Motherfuck a thrift store