Loaded

Yeah

Whoa, Kenny! Ay

What's up, doc? Ay, I got carats (What's up?)

Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit

Catch me out in traffic with them choppers I'm savage

Chillin' with a baddie, now my ex-bitch jealous

Flexing so hard now my friends say I'm petty

Everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit

I be fly as fuck, ain't no tellin' when I'm landin'

Yo, this shit gettin' epic and my wrist on Atlantic

Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion

Got me like, oh, shit, might start dozin'

Wrist start hurtin', put ice on my Rollie

Racks not foldin', pants gettin' swollen

My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji

Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it

Bank accounts and my guns loaded

Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it

I got old money, ain't moldy, yeah

Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, ooh

So, so smooth, no lotion, yeah

Ride around town with a toaster, uh

Yeah, bitch, I'ma pop up for the bread

Lil' ****, you do the mostest, yuh

That's what this dumb bitch just said

Fucked on the floor, made her fall out the bed

Ay, before you go, can I get some more head?

Ay, kicked out the door, then I hopped in my Benz, yeah

I did it again, but this time with her friend

Yeah, bring her back like I'm Shaq at the rim

Yeah, told that bitch I'm the creme de la creme

Yeah, told that bitch that I'm the best that it is

Yeah, told that bitch that she know what it is, uh

Spent a million on ice just to chill

Yo, got some more water, might buy some gills

Yeah, they be like, "This lil' **** is ill"

Yeah, they be like, "This lil' **** for real"

Uh, off the porch straight to the field, yeah

I'm rich and still ride with my steel

Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears

Uh, I'm balling hard, bitch, I got skills

What's up, doc? Ay, I got carats (What's up?)

Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit

Catch me out in traffic with them choppers I'm savage

Chillin' with a baddie, now my ex-bitch jealous

Flexing so hard now my friends say I'm petty

Everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit

I be fly as fuck, ain't no tellin' when I'm landin'

Yo, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic

Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion

Got me like, oh, shit, might start dozin'

Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie

Racks not foldin', pants get swollen

My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah)

Strapped like soldier, bitch you know it

Bank accounts and my guns loaded