I love that baby, and I love Ricky and... (let's go!)

(arcishka)

Death, death, death

And I might go M.I.A, I got too much shit on my plate

I got a bad lil' bitch from Poland, bad lil' bitch from the States

Baby, I'm a saint, turn your paint into flake

Runnin' through the rain, falling on my face

Going 180 down the interstate, breath come minty like an After Eight

I'm with your ma, she's cooking us steak

I know ye-ye could never relate

Lifting my cash like lifting some weights

I know ye-ye could never relate

Spanish bitch, tell her "vamanos"

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes

All my money coming quick, all your money coming slow

Baby, drop down, limbo, yeah, the don make her drop real low

In the gaff chiefing Marlboro Golds and the Guinness got me movin' slow

I might go M.I.A, I got too much shit on my plate

I got a bad lil' bitch from Poland, bad lil' bitch from the States

Baby, I'm a saint, turn your paint into flake

Running through the rain, falling on my face

Going 180 down the interstate, breath come minty like an After Eight

Fuckin'-fuckin' your bitch from the front

Fuckin' your bitch from the back, oh no

Cha-cha, oh no, oh no, let's go, let's turn up

I'm sick of this IG dumpin', sick of these fuckin' assumptions

I'm with a posh bird in Windsor, eating fuckin’ crumpets

Really 'boutta blow like trumpets, hop on a B-12 bomber

Fly through and I blow up London, I'ma blame it on the Gunman

With a German bird and she Bayern Munchen, on me

Fat spliff down in Long Beach

And my money blue like Bonnie

I got big 50 notes on me, and I know your fuckin' girl wants me

I'm up in the hills, countin' big figures but I swear my name's not Tommy

Walk in, and I'm dripping out, yeah, my whole suit Armani

Wait, actually it's Armani and I still can't have a family

Tell the bitch, "Go get the Plan B"

Money coming in handy, dinners gettin' real fancy

And these waiters can't stand me

Fuckin' Yanks can't understand me, I literally speak English

I really don't give a fuck though, 'cause I swear to God I really been lit

(Let's go!)

Fuckin'-fuckin' your bitch from the front

Fuckin' your bitch from the back

Fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin' your bitch from the front

Fuckin' your bitch from the back

{Chorus}

I might go M.I.A, I got too much shit on my plate

I got a bad lil' bitch from Poland, bad lil' bitch from the States (States)