Letra

Balls hanging low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swanging, cling-clang and it cost a lot Bitch, I'm always at the guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on going 'til you hit the spot Woah, I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath (yeah, ayy) Just popped her kidney, I bought a million options of the stock And I stopped doin' the green Man, I rock arenas, bringin' the peace I'm bumpin' that 'Pac in the car, pretendin' I got all the eyes on me Got a bad baby and she's independent Too many people older than me that's seekin' attention When they warned me 'bout the goofies, man, I shoulda listened And the smell of the money, My Strangest Addiction, uh She tip for dick, I let her lick I had to dip, I'm off a fifth, am I rich now? I bought a whip, I paint it pink It drive itself, the fuck you think? Yeah, I'm rich now Ayy lil' mama, yeah, you heard about me I'ma pop you like a pea, yeah, edamame Yeah, feel so hot like I'm chillin' on the beach Yeah, baby in the sun like the Teletubbies (Woo) balls hanging low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swanging, cling-clang and it cost a lot I'm always at the guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on going 'til you hit the spot Woah, I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath I've been in the club and takin' shots If you got your mask off in the photo, you getting cropped Hoppin' out the function, the CVS is like a block away Bought a moisturizer, my ice cold, it's drying my face Don't need that VVS, my ice is fake, your life is fake I choose to do it for my pocket's sake You basing your opinions on what the major says I renovate, the bad energy I erase, uh Yeah, I don't ever really wanna talk, talk, talk, talk Only really ever want the top, top, top, top Guess I'm goin' back to the sock, sock, sock, sock At least this money never really stop, stop, stop, stop Ayy lil' mama, yeah, you heard about me I'ma pop you like a pea, yeah, edamame Yeah, feel so hot like I'm chillin' on the beach Yeah, baby in the sun like the Teletubbies (Woo) balls hanging low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swanging, cling-clang and it cost a lot I'm always at the guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on going 'til you hit the spot Woah, I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath
Writer(s): Brian Soewarno, Christian Dold, Alexander Gumuchian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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