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Fappy and ratchet, uh, uh Fappy and ratchet, uh, uh We are fappy and ratchet, uh, uh We are fappy and ratchet, haha, uh, uh, yeah Baby on that broke bitch shit (Broke bitch) I be on that "Go get rich", get a bag, then I dip (Go, go) He already know what it is (Uh) If he make it back to the crib, then he gon' want a lick Ayy, gravity, make it drop Pick that shit up, make it stop Look back at this shit like it's a lot Ayy, gravity, make it drop, uh If you got a problem, better say sum (Say sum) No, you can not run up on me with my day-ones (Run it up) We'll wet your back up with that spray-gun (Which one) If it's beef it ain't no take-backs, no refunds My body looking like a pornstar Spent a hunnid-K on all what's on us, only got a mar, want to feel it? My niggas round me, ain't nobody guards When I hop out the coupe, yeah, I park it on the lot Big racks, real chill, laid back Black man on my nails like a Maybach Heard they mad 'cause I stay up in a big bag That mean that money in the walls is where I lay at Baby on that broke bitch shit (Broke bitch) I be on that "Go get rich", get a bag, then I dip (Go, go) He already know what it is (Uh) If he make it back to the crib, then he gon' want a lick Ayy, gravity, make it drop Pick that shit up, make it stop Look back at this shit like it's a lot Ayy, gravity, make it drop (Yes, bitch, yes) So what it sound when my bitch throwing the rain? I ain't got no ass, just be always out of town (Uh) He stuck on that same old shit, move around (No) He been having fun so I had to subtract it He said he a boss but the math ain't matching (Ayy, uh) Divide my bitches up and cross these hoes out like they fractions Got no problem with no nigga, got a problem with no action Big racks, real chill, laid back Black man on my nails like a Maybach Heard they mad 'cause I stay up in a big bag That mean that money in the walls is where I lay at Baby on that broke bitch shit (Broke bitch) I be on that "Go get rich", get a bag, then I dip (Go, go) He already know what it is (Uh) If he make it back to the crib, then he gon' want a lick Ayy, gravity, make it drop Pick that shit up, make it stop Look back at this shit like it's a lot Ayy, gravity, make it drop, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh
Writer(s): Joshua Conerly, Brittany Chikyra Barber, Tommy Parker, Daysha Jewel Thanh Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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