Muhammad

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[Intro] Yeah Ayy, hold that blunt down, man, there go the police Ayy, hit the defrost [Chorus] Car smell just like weed (Strong) Bad bitch ridin' with me (Bad) Baby look just like a treat (A snack) Coupe nine hundred HP (Horses) All of these rocks HD (Water) Float like a butterfly like Ali, woah Yeah, sting his ass like a bee (Muhammad) Trap nigga, role model Meech (Hey) I want it all, I play for keeps (Yeah) I got all this shit out the streets (Yeah) She suck that thang 'til it skeet (Ah) Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek (Twerk) I got a hundred with me (Racks) That money ain't nothin' to me (Racks, racks) All this drip from Italy (Hah) Drop-top on Miami Beach [Verse 1] Bad bitch (Uh), hair done (Uh), nails done (Uh), yeah, yeah Rich nigga (Uh), good weed (Uh), in my lungs (Uh), yeah, yeah I DM'd her, "That thang look good, I want some," yeah, yeah You gotta trap where I'm from (No choice) Won't nobody give you a crumb, hey Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, which one should I drive? (Damn) Nah, I don't wanna link up, nigga, I don't fuck with your kind (Uh-uh) I just scratched off in a Demon (Skrrt) Got bitches like Willie Beamen (Hah) Hit from the back, now she singin' Checked my bank accounts and thought I was dreamin' (Woo) Bad bitch (Bad bitch), bad bitch (Bad bitch), bad bitch (Bad bitch), hey (Hey) She think she RiRi, talkin' bout she a savage, hey (Hah) Pour lean like Kool-Aid (Pour up), boy, you fake as a toupee (Damn) New Dolce Gabbana, no shoelace (Drip) Bitch, I pour that lean like Kool-Aid [Chorus] Car smell just like weed (Strong) Bad bitch ridin' with me (Bad) Baby look just like a treat (A snack) Coupe nine hundred HP (Horses) All of these rocks HD (Water) Float like a butterfly like Ali, woah Yeah, sting his ass like a bee (Muhammad) Trap nigga, role model Meech (Hey) I want it all, I play for keeps (Yeah) I got all this shit out the streets (Yeah) She suck that thang 'til it skeet (Ah) Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek (Twerk) I got a hundred with me (Racks) That money ain't nothin' to me (Racks, racks) All this drip from Italy (Hah) Drop-top on Miami Beach [Verse 2] Big bag (Big bag), big bag (Ayy), got a big bag, hey (Hey) Wrist glass (Icy), whip fast (Runnin'), big racks (Big racks), hey Today I'm kickin' Dior (Swaggin') In South Memphis, I'm Boston George (Trap) I hate pigs, I don't eat pork (Trap) Smokin' kush in Singapore (Damn) My favorite spot the jewelry store (Trap) I had to go get me some more (Trap) Lil' nigga street to the core (Trap) P's in that Honda Accord (Trap) Fuckin' her on the resort (Yeah) Who is that at the front door? Oh, they just dropped off some more (Trap), hah Straight out the jungle, the planet of the apes (Yeah) Gotta watch out for the snakes Million in cash, can beat any case (Yeah) Boy, don't get your ass erased Racks in the wall, it ain't shit in that safe (Yeah) I gave a million to Tre Six-car garage and I ran out of space (Yeah) Same nigga, more cake [Chorus] Car smell just like weed (Strong) Bad bitch ridin' with me (Bad) Baby look just like a treat (A snack) Coupe nine hundred HP (Horses) All of these rocks HD (Water) Float like a butterfly like Ali, woah Yeah, sting his ass like a bee (Muhammad) Trap nigga, role model Meech (Hey) I want it all, I play for keeps (Yeah) I got all this shit out the streets (Yeah) She suck that thang 'til it skeet (Ah) Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek (Twerk) I got a hundred with me (Racks) That money ain't nothin' to me (Racks, racks) All this drip from Italy (Hah) Drop-top on Miami Beach
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Credits
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- Young Dolph