Jimmy Choo

Run up a thou' (Thou')

Yeah, bitch, it's been a while (A while)

Bro roll wit' 40 cal (That cal)

She fucking wit' my **** but I can't fuck wit dat gyal (That gyal)

I just run up a bag (A bag)

They see me, be like, "How?" (Like, "how?")

And she like ooh-ooh

She like, LB, why you gotta do?

She like, LB, why you keep that tool?

'Cause **** fake, yeah, they be fuu

****, you ain't my slime, lil' ****, you ain't my goon

Remember they selling them dimes

I was tryna get them new shoes

Told bro don't ask me if I'm riding

Fuck you think that I'm gon do?

Made forty thousand off these rhymes

Fuck you think, I'm in dat stu

Don't fuck with my crew, they go shoot at you (Yeah, yeah)

Bad bitch wanna fuck, can't lie, wanna fuck her too

If that bitch, she keep it a buck, she gon' get some Jimmy Choo

Remember days I was feeling stuck

Bro keep forty tuck (Tuck)

Now she wanna suck (Suck)

She ain't wanna fuck (Nah)

Now I'm deep in her gut (Gut)

Shorty think she have me but, bitch, I been nut

LA gang, OK gang, bitch, I been cut

For my dead ****, man, you know I throw it up

And she like ooh-ooh

She like, LB, why you gotta do?

She like, LB, why you keep that tool?

'Cause **** fake, yeah, they be fuu (They fuu)

****, you ain't my slime, lil' ****, you ain't my goon (My goon)

Remember they selling them dimes

I was tryna get them new shoes

Told bro don't ask me if I'm riding

Fuck you think that I'm gon' do?

Made forty thousand off these rhymes

Fuck you think, I'm in dat stu (Fuck you think, I'm in dat stu)

And she like ooh-ooh

Shorty wanna come touch on my jewels

Don't talk that shit up on the net, that shit ain't cool

Dissing my set, brodie gon' put you on the news

'Cause you know how we get (Get)

She wanna step, she gotta feed the gang I rep (Rep), uh

She see the drip, how she get low but give me neck? (Neck)

She want my time but, baby girl, this ain't Patek, uh (Yeah)

Like Cardi B, that 40 pull up leave 'em wet

We got 'em upset

All this money that I get, I got these bitches on my dick

All these bands in my drip got me walking with a limp (Limp)

Cut her off, you could never catch me moving like no simp, ain't no way

And she like ooh-ooh

She like, LB, why you gotta do?

She like, LB, why you keep that tool?

'Cause **** fake, yeah, they be fuu

****, you ain't my slime, lil' ****, you ain't my goon

Remember they selling them dimes

I was tryna get them new shoes

Told bro don't ask me if I'm riding

Fuck you think that I'm gon do?

Made forty thousand off these rhymes

Fuck you think, I'm in dat stu (Fuck you think, I'm in dat stu)

And she like ooh-ooh

Shorty wanna come touch on my jewels

Don't talk that shit up on the net, that shit ain't cool (Ain't cool)

Dissing my set, brodie go put you on the news

Put you on the news

Cash Flow, Cash Flow

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