[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these n***as my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her

[Verse 1]
Talkin' 'bout money, n***a, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, n***a, love my pistol
All the drugs been fuckin' up my system
All these n***as some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young n***a, I been boolin', fuckin' all these n***as' sisters
Really been tired of these n***as, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em"
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shorty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause the Percs make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we gon' rob you, it's a stick up
[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these n***as my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her

[Verse 2]
Talkin' 'bout money, n***a, I go get it
Cut the fake n***as out my pictures
Bought my new bitch Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it
'Cause I get paid, lil' n***a, no, I'm not trickin'
My brand new Glock hold a fifty
All these bitches in my way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shorty kissin' all on my face and she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on my me in my sack, lil' shorty, but I'm not Crippin'
All these n***as keep on playin' games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference
Shorty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that n***a
Huh, I'm still gettin' richer and all my clothes cost way more than that n***a
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that whole n***a
Yeah, my clothes cost a whole bitch
Yeah, you walk in my closet, you see new designers and a whole bunch of old shit
Yeah, if you walk in my spot, see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks
Yeah, these n***as tryna act like they knew me back then, but these n***as don't know me
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, yeah
[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these n***as my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her