[Intro: Kaliii]
Yeah, yeah (28Shit)
Kaliii
You know I love me a motherfuckin' trick (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Kaliii]
Got a white boy on my roster
He be feeding me pasta and lobster
He just hit me up on Tuesday like, "What you doing, bae?
Let me take you shoppin'" (Brr)
I told him, "Well, I'm a little busy" (Damn)
He said, "Damn, I'm in your city (Fuck)
But anyway, it's okay, hope you have a good day
I'ma send you 'bout eight fifty" (Ooh)
Then I told him, "You treat me so well"
He said, "Cash App or Zelle? (Ching)
Matter of fact, scratch that, I'ma send you a stack
Just 'cause you fine as hell"
And I told him, "Well, thank you, baby" (Thank you)
"Anything for my favorite lady" (Ooh)
Well, I gotta go, they just let me know
That I could pick up my Mercedes (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Kaliii]
I got hoes (Might just be your n***a) in different area codes (He know what's up)
Everywhere I go (Every time I pop out)
I call and they drop the lo' (Come drop that fuckin' location)
'Cause I got hoes (Might just be your bitch) in different area codes (She know what's up)
Some of 'em bros (Could be your daddy)
And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (They know what's up)
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Damn, how you do it like that?
How he keep running them racks," I ain't cuffin' on that
Lil' bitch don't know how to act
Got a bitch running everytime I beat from the back
And, n***a, you know that that's facts
Anytime I'm on the beat drop on the track
These n***as ain't havin' no racks
Heard he went broke on a bitch, that n***a went flat
Yeah, n***a, you know how it go
Take a n***a bitch, and I put her straight on her knees
You know I ain't chasing no ho
I just keep doggin' these bitches like they on a leash
I know that bitch fucked all the bros
I just be playing my part, I be keepin it P
Got so many hoes over here
Hoes over there
And I got hoes overseas

[Chorus: Kaliii]
I got hoes (Might just be your n***a) in different area codes (He know what's up)
Everywhere I go (Every time I pop out)
I call and they drop the lo' (Come drop that fuckin' location)
'Cause I got hoes (Might just be your bitch) in different area codes (She know what's up)
Some of 'em bros (Could be your daddy)
And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (They know what's up)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
Bitches know I'm pushin' heavy P, n***a, I be pimpin'
You might catch me chasin' cheese but you won't catch me simpin'
I got so much racks stuffed in my jeans, this shit done got me limpin'
Ever since they put me on that mic', ain't been broke in a minute
I ain't even have to throw no racks, she let me jump right in it
And my brodie, he love flippin' packs, you think that boy a gymnast
N***a mad 'cause I done took his ho, she wan't me in her kidneys
Somebody tell these n***as go touch they nose, they always in my business