[Intro]
AJ back on that bullshit

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Put that lil' bitch in my cameo
Yeah I still got a Rolls Royce, this ain't a phantom though
She look indian, but she speaking spanish, ooh
I put her on her knee, now she look like she praying to my pockets, ooh
I put Marni on her friend just to show her that I get 'em together, and break the rules too
And they wonder how they carry tools, they got loose screws
Yeah my bitch pussy on ocean, naw, she not no pool

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put baguetties on my bitch and now she say she love me
The quickest she turned her back, hеr friend might just try to fuck me (Facts)
I'm going all the way out with my friеnds and you can ask [?]
All four pockets full again, now you all chubby
I'm eighteen million bucks again, okay thugger thugger
I'm just tryna buy my projects, I don't wanna make no trouble (Naw)
We in Versace covers, and I just bought her all colors
Too many broads love us, and I don't do god brothers
Whatever I'm doing, I'm getting fat like pastries (Yeah)
Acing every time I shoot at opps, please
Craving kills man, fuck it, let's do it sloppy
A n***a try me, I want all of they IDs
My itinerary, it's jets forever
I hope your love is real love because I love forever
Smoking an opp kid, I'm cinderella
They gotta feel us, uh
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Put that lil' bitch in my cameo
Yeah I still got a Rolls Royce, this ain't a phantom though
She look indian, but she speaking spanish, ooh
I put her on her knee, now she look like she praying to my pockets, ooh
I put Marni on her friend just to show her that I get 'em together, and break the rules too
And they wonder how they carry tools, they got loose screws
Yeah my bitch pussy on ocean, naw, she not no pool

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Keed talk to 'em
Yes, I know they wondering, how I ever got lit
If it wasn't for buddy, I would never be lit (King slime)
Anti-freeze wrist, yeah, I'm walking around anemic
Yeah, fuck your blogs, 'cause these jeans come with Amiris
So add me up
Why you playing with my boys like they ain't wacking up?
Yeah my feelings hurt for real, you can't even patch it up
If I don't know nun' 'bout nun', know that I'm slatted up
And your bitch getting hit, yeah, tell 'em "batter up"
Check my catalogue, check my jewels
Yeah, I spent a lot of racks on my socks, without shoes
[?] with that young [?], spent racks like bool
I came in, hit they phone, talking 'bout how I put that lil' ho in the finger fold and--

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Put that lil' bitch in my cameo
Yeah I still got a Rolls Royce, this ain't a phantom though
She look indian, but she speaking spanish, ooh
I put her on her knee, now she look like she praying to my pockets, ooh
I put Marni on her friend just to show her that I get 'em together, and break the rules too
And they wonder how they carry tools, they got loose screws
Yeah my bitch pussy on ocean, naw, she not no pool