Lyrics

Red Drum on the beat Thanks Ugly God I'ma count this guap, guap when I show up She gon' give top, top 'til she throw up, I'ma Pull up in a drop top, fruit roll up Don't call my phone get blocked, blocked bitch, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up Big bag (ooh), big green, Peter Pan, ayy Diamond chain, left wrist 20 bands, hey Boujee bitch (wassup?), clean nigga, dirty hands, wait One mansion (ooh), plenty bitches, bring a friend, aye And all these niggas mad whack Runnin' with the sauce, bitch, give me my swag back (bitch, give me my swag back) When I up this pole, guarantee they back, back I'm a big dog, nigga, you a lab rat And every time I touch that money I get flashbacks (I get, ooh) But I just throw it at my bank and tell them add that (they add that) I call your baby mama up, she gave me mad cat My chain piss yellow but my whip matte black I'ma count this guap, guap when I show up She gon' give top, top 'til she throw up, I'ma Pull up in a drop top, fruit roll up Don't call my phone get blocked, blocked bitch, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up Takeoff Wait, wait a minute hold up (hold up) Lookin' for a bad bitch with no miles on her (where?) Daddy bought a brand-new bag, James Brown on 'em Control the bitch, I mute that hoe, can't hear the sound on her (shh) Paper tag up on the keys, use the Jag' owner (here) Use these racks for on yo' knees, I'm the bag donor (bag( Ignore your calls, when you call, make you sad, don't it? (Sad) Ignore my call, when I call, I'ma spaz on you (spaz) It start to change, you got chains and some ass on you (ass) Bought you a chain, with ya name, came with glass on it (glass) Thought you gon' run off with that bag, run up a tab on it (uh-huh) When I sag baguettes, I could be some diamonds or some cash on me (uh-huh) I'ma count this guap, guap when I show up She gon' give top, top 'til she throw up, I'ma Pull up in a drop top, fruit roll up Don't call my phone get blocked, blocked bitch, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up Hold up, wait, hold up The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up (Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God)
Writer(s): Ernesto Corona, Royce Davison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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