Aching

Yeah

Gettin into that bag, lil' bitch, I'ma run it up

Baby want a summer body, she gon need a tummy tuck

At the party, off the molly, she gon' wake up throwin' up

She always call me, talkin' bout she sorry, I'ma hang it up

Get that bag, get that cash, run these racks up

GTR, I do the dash, the police gon' need backup

Feelin' like that **** ever since I got my sack up

Shawty tryna grab up on me, tell her, baby, back up

Big, big, big ol' chopper, get it clappin' like it's Magic City

Bad bitch, get it clappin', that ass, she real lady

Ba-ba-baby, do you want the Casa or you want the Remy

Maybe we could even switch it up and get some Henny

Baby, hurry up, I ain't what all of this waitin

I wanna have your back, but you always be hatin

You know you want me, baby, stop all of this fakin

Ju-just be careful with me, baby, my heart achin'

Gettin to that bag, lil' bitch, I'ma run it up

Baby want a summer, body she gon need a tummy tuck

At the party, off the mileage, she gon' wake up throwin' up

She always call me, talkin' bout she sorry, I'ma hang it up