Letra

What, yup Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ghostrage) He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller No doubt, I know you a fuckin' talker Where your bread at? You got it from your father, yeah You a fuckin' lame, please stop callin' on my phone Bitch, I'm Super Saiyan, I shoot fire, not no chrome Bitch, I'm gettin' paid just to sit out at my home In and out of state, bitch, I'm sittin' on my throne Sittin' on my throne, bitch, you know that I'm a king I just spent ten bands on a fuckin' diamond ring Your bitch tellin' me that she like the way I sing Your bitch on my dick and I like the way she swing, ayy He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth (yeah) No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller (huh, Rico) No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller (Rico, yeah) My money green like snot, bet I make a lot, I call all the shots Ridin' in a drop, zoomin' past these pussies My money too tall, you can't overlook me I need twenty-thousand dollars cash if you wanna book me I don't know how to bake, but you know I'm smokin' on cookies I'm a MacBook Pro, you bitches is rookies It's a good day if I say so Dickriders, I really hate those Be quiet, you ain't gettin' no pesos No stylist, bitch, you in the same clothes No face, case closed Color diamonds, rainbow Punish you and they gone I'm a shotcaller, bitch, they know He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller
Writer(s): Maria Kelly, Jacob Thureson, Chandler Ingram Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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