I Can't Get Enough

VV my wrist, I put points on my neck Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan' Can't get enough flexin', let's pop through them bands Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands Pussy start poppin' when I pop through them bands Rubber band keep on poppin' (pop) Real shit, I damn sure ain't get enough money (real shit though) I damn sure ain't get enough pussy Shit I damn sure ain't get enough head, shit Damn sure ain't get enough flexing, shit Them pointers they lookin' baguettes I can't get enough, I can't get enough I can't get enough, I can't get enough, nah Mr. Blue Benjamin, stackin' the tips 'til infinity Crip blue the seats in the Lamborghini I got the bop, make that bitch Houdini (voila) We hit with the stanley steamer Put that dope in the pot, made that bitch a Beamer Pussy poppin' for papi, she Aquafina When I whip with that wrist I whip up Katrina (who that is?) Iced out my teeth like I'm Mike Jones I don't even talk with the lights on Pointers on baguette, got VV's on VV's Fuck that lil bitch, I want RiRi's on TV Step on them GG's, my shirt might be GG Balmain my nuts and the bitch long guts I pull up and bust it Sippin' Act and that 'Tussin at, yeah I want that giraffe, yeah, I want that neck (neck, that neck) I want that check Know what I'm talkin' about, I want that photo effect When they through they gon' post him on next 'Fore I fuck her she know I want becky With these bales on Boflex I need hoes in both sections Baby daddy in the broke section VV my wrist, I put points on my neck Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan' Can't get enough flexin', let's pop through them bands Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands Pussy start poppin' when I pop through them bands Rubber band keep on poppin' (pop) Real shit, I damn sure ain't get enough money (real shit though) I damn sure ain't get enough pussy Shit I damn sure ain't get enough head, shit Damn sure ain't get enough flexing, shit Them pointers they lookin' baguettes I can't get enough, I can't get enough I can't get enough, I can't get enough, nah Ain't no gang, he can't come under the rope I'm the plug, got the load on banana boat In the club, put the stove on the cantaloupe I serve my aunties and my uncle MC Hammer dope Another homi, he been hit with DC sniper scopes I make it lock up in the pot, kick it with dish detergent Frank Lucas, watch it cost a bunch of birds Swiper nigga, bitch he tryna punch the work (ayy mane) Don't pull up, sound like a concert Like a mail brick, ice on a t-shirt Before we fuck, let me see what that mouth work (ayy) Hop it chop, hold up stop it, stop it Got 'em coppin' deuces when you pull up poppin' I can't stop the flexin' so let's pop it then 4K TV when I'm backin' in Zaxbys chicken when we sack it up Gucci beanie, this that Donald Duck Them bricks double up, come from overseas Jeffery bag come with the double C's Hold my lil stamp when I'm in her, uh uh VV my wrist, I put points on my neck Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan' Can't get enough flexin', let's pop through them bands Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands Pussy start poppin' when I pop through them bands Rubber band keep on poppin' (pop) Real shit, I damn sure ain't get enough money (real shit though) I damn sure ain't get enough pussy Shit I damn sure ain't get enough head, shit Damn sure ain't get enough flexing, shit Them pointers they lookin' baguettes I can't get enough, I can't get enough I can't get enough, I can't get enough, nah