Lyrics

Yeah
I just went to Saks and fucked it up
These lil **** be broke as fuck
Get yo money up
I get hella paper, yeah
Hella bands yeah
Hella, I spend money for the hell of it
Hella, where your hoe go? she gon' suck this dick
Yeah
Hella
Hella
Hella, semis, bust them shits fuck'em
Ball out disappear magic fuck'em
Can't believe my hoe no more like damn, that shit sad
Pussy get back **** get zapped
I got too rich put that shit on my tab (rich ****)
I was with gang and we ain't dance in that loud
Reach in that back pocket, where the fuck is my strap at?
**** talk shit get jacked, apart
I'm still in that fit
New brand new corvette
I shoot shit like boba fett
Choppa send it by heads
Them shits look like bobafett
Don't shop at the mall ****, where the archive clothes at?
Bitch come get your soul snatched
You can't get your soul back
You can't get your bread back
Where your fucking motion go?
Don't shoot where his lens at
Imma shoot shit at his nose
**** look like Pinocchio
I don't fuck with brokie hoes
I used to know so and so
Don't fuck with that hoe no more
All I see is quarter bowls
Put me on your IG post
**** move so fucking slow
I can't fuck with them no more
Yeah
I just went to Saks and fucked it up
These lil **** be broke as fuck
Get yo money up
I get hella paper, yeah
Hella bands yeah
Hella, I spend money for the hell of it
Hella, where your hoe go? she gon' suck this dick
Yeah
Hella
Hella
Hella, semis, bust them shits fuck'em
Ball out disappear magic fuck'em
Written by: Chris Smith
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