[Pre-Chorus]
Ho, how much you want me to spend, put rest to bid
LA just don't hit the same without your head, LA just don't hit the same without your love, you get it?
Your dog came out this bag, when he seen me I bit it

[Chorus]
We spent bankrolls on designer, you had n***as lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how wet you get it, dick like crack
If it ain't money or mama, bitch, I ain't texting back
And you don't look like my mama, I let you slide you took him to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, bitch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't look like my mama, I let you slide
How many pics you takе?
Girl I'll never judge you or thе friends you make

[Verse]
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup, Wassup,)
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup)
I ain't hit fashion week it was played out
Imma still hit that bitch with her braids out
Baby we gone stay up till tomorrow, addy up on the way out
Molly Santana, I went to the playoffs
Hey baby I'm on the way to the show, find your way in, bitch ain't no way out
Stop trying that bitch with that silk press, I let that bitch hit cause she been pressed
Riding the black truck, smoke in the black truck, I ain't go in yet
I came in this bitch with my racks up, and my mask up, cause I ain't in that, cause I ain't in that, cause I ain't in that
We can link up with your new friends, you wanna get back, I'm tryna hit that
Just came in with some new chick, fuck with some new shit, baby just sit back
Baby you wanna lose this, for some new bitch, can't be my bad
You and your mom at Balenci', you act like you worried about price tags
You go out your way, link with hoes I don't like I don't like that
Ho, I been detached
I gave you to the game, I'll never get you back
Girl I hope you follow, I'm giving you a chance
They trynna act like a rap n***a, then stab me in the back
Black truck with black sluts, shit ain't too far
This shit ain't new to yall
[Chorus]
We spent bankrolls on designer, you had n***as lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how wet you get it, dick like crack
If it ain't money or mama, bitch, I ain't texting back
And you don't look like my mama, I let you slide you took him to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, bitch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't look like my mama, I let you slide
How many pics you take?
Girl I'll never judge you or the friends you make