Bitch, bitch in my phone on my line taking space up

Sleepin’ on me and young **** better wake up (Get up)

(Woo, Woo) Call me Lil’ Debbie lil bitch cause I got my cake up

Killin’ this shit ain’t no mumbling, all of these bitches I’m juggling

Run to the bag not gon’ huddle em', all of my water leave puddling

I just left the mall (Yeah), Young **** love to ball

Flex on these bitches like that

Run it up get it right back

All these lil bitches they all on my line (Yeah), all on my dick

Woah woah woah woah yeah

Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah

Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah

She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Maison Margiela you **** can’t catch up

Flex on these **** you know I can’t let up (Can’t do it)

Ruth’s Chris dinners remember my pockets was thinner

Now I’m a winner

You was a fake, pussy **** you a pretender

Diamonds dancing on me Michael Jackson you can call me mother fuckin’ thriller

Woah yeah like that

Polo my whip, Polo my Porsche

Polo my horse, married to money

I’m married to money, I never divorce

Woah like that

Married to money I never divorce, no wedding, but I got the cake (Yeah)

I’mma go fuck on a bitch in the Porsche, then we gone fuck in the Jag (Yeah)

She’s just so bad yeah yeah, ain’t gon’ hold me back

Run on a bitch like that, oh yeah yeah

Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah

Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah

She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

This bitch look like a model, she suck on me like it’s a bottle

Givenchy all on my socks, this star was all on the bottom (Yeah)

Dip in the Maserati, her Cartier drippin' with diamond

Drippin' all on me with diamonds, (Ah) 100 my dash in a 40

Ohh ohh, She suck on my dick now she know

Like woah, she gone and sucked on the goat

Ah like, pour up some more

Yeah like, drunk on a boat

Yeah, Twerk on my dick

Throw that shit back, yeah

She wet like the sea

Watch her Louboutins bleed

Yeah yeah yeah

Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah

Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah

She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Shooters like John Wick

Makin’ it storm in the club me and John X Smith

If the bitch broke gettin’ dismissed

Score with the bag that’s a quick six

Fuck a dough boy I’m the bread man

Fuck on that bitch in a head stand

Red bottoms yeah I trap in these

Smokin’ on dope I look Japanese

Talkin’ bout deals I need commas please

All of my **** speak guapoalese

Yeah yeah

Cause we all about the check (Got it)

Diamonds all up on my neck (Bling)

I was born to fuckin’ flex

All of my ****, all of my **** we flex on our ex

Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)

Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah

Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah

She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)