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Brr

She like Prada and Chanel

Backwood, this a 3.5, you can check the scale

Why yo trap not jumpin'?

Falling off won't make a sale

A hundred racks, I ain't bluffing, I got cash you can tell

I got bags you can tell

Big bad he gon' tell

Light skin bitch, bad as fuck, and her ah fat as hell (Her ah fat as shit)

He got a brick, then fucked it up

Broke posted at the Shell

And I'ma keep that .40 Glock tucked in my jeans', boy you can't tell (Boy you can't tell)

**** snitchin' (**** snitchin')

**** birds (**** birds)

I'm in Richmond with a white ho from the 'burbs (She from the 'burbs)

This Hellcat ain't no Hemi (Skrt!)

I wrecked it on the curb (I crashed)

If that's yo bitch, then why she hit me?

She let me hit it first (On God)

I'm steppin' out Balenci' when I step out to the dirt

Foreign-foreign bitch want some Fendi, but we hittin' Prada first

She my down lil' bitch (she my down lil' bitch)

She my runner ho (She my runner ho)

Balenciaga bitch, but I'm not no runner though (Not no runner)

Oou, you get nada this bitch tried to fuck my potna too

Money over bitches, I can't forget about my guala boo

Said he in the trenches, pussy **** boy who shot at you?

I could fuck the finest bitches, bad white ho who came from Malibu (from Malibu)

Baby why you trip? I ain't mad at you (Mad at you)

Just walk out the bank, bring me back a stack or two (bring me back a stack or two)

My pockets heavyweight, can't have no match with you (can't have no match)

Boy you smokin' on that shake, I ain't matching you (I ain't matchin' you)

(Bitch! Mane money on deck)

Boom! Boom!

Yuh

Haha, yuh

I ain't smokin' on no shake ****

Yah bitch

Yah slatt, what, yah

Boy you smokin' on that shake, I ain't matching you