Lyrics
(Ayy, what these **** on, Soulja?)
I got some old money sittin' at the bottom of my bag lookin' like some Fritos
I got some more money, yeah, I'll break this shit up like a Xan
I knew he big cap, big cap on him just like he Chance, yeah, yeah
Buck 'em with thirty bands, I'm hopping right out, Dorito (Yeah, yeah)
Double D, bought my bitch transparent top, I'm tryna see those (Yeah, yeah)
Fly to Florida and hit up the O, yeah, going on top of a Tahoe (Yeah, yeah)
Ridin' with the chop, I'm with my hittas, yeah, this time I'm in Ohio
Bro is a bitch, he had the lo', but he did not slide on (Slide, yeah)
I'm hangin' on tight to the K when it bust, yeah, just like a python (Krrr, yeah)
Your bitch tryna let me fuck, better keep your eyes on her (Yeah, yeah)
Stackin' this money to the top, yeah, what the hoes say? "Purr" (Yeah)
Bussin' that choppa in the air, almost popped me a bird (Bah)
Broke boy say he want beef, no, I am not concerned
Baby, I ain't gon' check your phone, no, I'm not that stern (Krrr)
'Cause if I catch you cheatin', I guess we all gon' learn, hahaha
12 say, "Do you know something?" I don't even know that term
I don't even speak no English
Young **** hoppin' out car with that pole, you know they spray with aim glitch (Brrt)
I don't wanna hurt nobody no more, feel like I been too dangerous (Yeah)
Full body K, yeah, came with a strap, yeah, I got this shit from Bangladesh (Bah)
Talkin' all that tough shit, but I know you cap
Yeah, we gon' have to make amends (Cap, cap)
Up pole on a pussy **** like yeah, yeah, I'm tryna make him piss (Yeah)
Bro tryna rap battle me, what is that? (Sss)
I ain't tryna make no diss (Nah)
I'm gon' buy your bitch a fat ass (Gimme), and just give her back
Like, "You're welcome"
Like, "You're welcome"
Fuckin' on ABG, said I'm the Devil
**** say bye to my choppa, why not a "hello"?
She ridin' on the dick like alpaca
Crazy ass bitch, Miss Crocker (Yeah)
Throat goat, call her a topper (Throat goat)
Dumb ****, got him a mark up (Dumb ****)
Fuck with my sis, yeah, you getting walked up (Walked up)
Bands in the safe, yeah, keeping it locked up (Locked up)
Keep me a bad bitch, she keep my cock up (Cock up)
Yeah, my molly water look like hot tub
(Ayy, my molly water look like hot tub)
Ayy, my molly water look like hot tub
My molly water look like hot tub
My molly water look like hot tub
Frrt, bah
Yeah
I got some old money sittin' at the bottom of the bag lookin' like some Fritos
Glide up on you, leave you red lookin' like Doritos
Mm-hmm, yeah, ha
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson


