Yea
Ay (ay)
It’s gt n***a
You know I love this type of shit
Ay

(Verse 1)
Ima rich n***a fuck her with my bands out
She can get whatever cause she never got her hands out
Kill her from the back
Ass up face down
She fuck with me cause I don’t say no
I just cash out
Wake her up early
Tell her go and tear saks down
Loudmouth serving
Sitting Bussin sacks down
She got a pretty ass face
With a bad mouth
It feel good when your dream girl in your glass house
Riding through the hood
Lookin at my stash house
Just swoop the bankroll
She help me with the cash count
She keep me level headed
I ain’t never gotta spazz out
She ain’t never worried bout her ex
Cause he hammed out
Pick her up in my 86
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Took some shots of the 42
Then smashed out
We both of 10s
Fuck her till we pass out
Do the same shit tomorrow
Straight in what my bag bout
She already schooled
This a different route
Tryna get you in the newest whips
With the biggest house
30 in a week easily
And we in a drought
I ain’t even gotta leave the d
They gon send em out