[Intro]
​milasius, come back
​shenrxn

[Chorus]
Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts
If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—
Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts
If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—

[Verse]
Fight night, it's on sight, no cap
We swerve on yo' block, hit yo' bitch from the back
Last couple months finally got in my bag
Ain't trappin', I got all this shit from my rap
You say you rich but I know that I'm richer
Pull out my phone, I ain't takin' a picture
Makin' a movie, yo' bitch in my bed
And I'm hittin' it raw, pussy sweet like a swisher
I be smokin' that gas, I ain't talkin' propane
Back of the whip and she givin' me brain, no concussion
I'm smokin' these opps in the Russian
[?], ain't no time for discussion
My music was bumpin', pull up to the function
Then fire up the pole, there gon' be some destruction
Sendin' these shots like three deep with the clip
Then repeat, that's the drum, I ain't talkin' percussion
[Chorus]
Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts
If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—
Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts
If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—