MOLLYWATTA

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, ha, ha

Huh

Okay, let's get into that (Let's get it)

Fuck all that talkin' and dissin' on Live

Let pull up and skrrt in the Scat (Let pull, let, ha)

She see my swag, it blowin' her mind

I pop a check and then go by the ounce

All of this money, it relieve my downs (Huh)

Bitch make it clap on the beat, it go bounce

I chill in the Maybach, that boy on the couch (Couch, couch, huh, shit)

Pack came in, run with the cash (Rah)

Big bills in, run into Saks (Huh)

I fuck her once, that ho callin' me "dad" (Callin' me "dad")

I cop a Birkin, I cop the bag (Huh)

I went inside Chanelly, pop tags (Blatt)

I fuck yo bitch and this ho brag (Huh)

But I can't even get into that (I can't)

Uh, she pop a X, she get glad (She get glad)

All this money, how could you be mad? (Could you be mad?)

I'm in Calabasas with the 'Cat (With the 'Cat)

Cougar bitch jump in the 'Vette, do the dash

Huh, uh, uh

Homicide, kill shit (Homicide, woo-woo)

Homicide, drill shit (Fah, fah, woo-woo)

Suicidal bitch, cut ya real wrist (Fah, fah, woo-woo, woo)

Molly water, whippin' up real shit (Woo-woo)

I'ma pop the tag on a real shit (Yeah, yeah)

Double C, Chanel, wanna feel shit (Yeah, yeah)

Baby girl, come and cop a feel, feel

Ah, I got molly water, drippin' from my head to my toe (Huh)

I could pop this Perc', I pop this X on Melrose (Pop it)

Your bitch tryna hit my plug, I just call up lil' Pablo (Brr, brr)

Huh, huh (Brr, brr), huh

She wanna hop on the jet (Hop on the)

PJ flyin', bitch, get wet (Wetter)

I'm tryna fuck on her gret, huh ('Gretter)

I'm tryna fuck, no regrets, huh (Regret)

Baby girl, you slidin' to the crib, don't you know we don't got strings to attach? Huh (No way)

Shit, I fucked up (I fucked up)

Fucked up, okay, yeah-yeah

PJ, jet, hop on the jet, yeah (Fuck that)

Vanni got swag and it's that (It's that), uh (That)

She know, she know, she know

She know, she know, she know, she know (Uh, uh)

Uh

Okay, let's get into that (Let's get it)

Fuck all that talkin' and dissin' on Live

Let pull up and skrrt in the Scat (Let pull, let, ha)

She see my swag, it blowin' her mind

I pop a check and then go by the ounce

All of this money, it relieve my downs (Huh)

Bitch make it clap on the beat, it go bounce

I chill in the Maybach, that boy on the couch (Couch, couch, huh, shit)

Pack came in, run with the cash (Rah)

Big bills in, run into Saks (Huh)

I fuck her once, that ho callin' me "dad" (Callin' me "dad")

I cop a Birkin, I cop the bag (Huh)

I went inside Chanelly, pop tags (Blatt)

I fuck yo bitch and this ho brag (Huh)

But I can't even get into that (I can't)

Uh, she pop a X, she get glad (She get glad)

All this money, how could you be mad? (Could you be mad?)

I'm in Calabasas with the 'Cat (With the 'Cat)

Cougar bitch jump in the 'Vette, do the dash

Huh, uh, uh

Homicide, kill shit (Homicide, woo-woo)

Homicide, drill shit (Fah, fah, woo-woo)

Suicidal bitch, cut ya real wrist (Fah, fah, woo-woo, woo)

Molly water, whippin' up real shit (Woo-woo)

I'ma pop the tag on a real shit (Yeah, yeah)

Double C, Chanel, wanna feel shit (Yeah, yeah)

Baby girl, come and cop a feel, feel

Ah, I got molly water, drippin' from my head to my toe (Huh)

I could pop this Perc', I pop this X on Melrose (Pop it)

Your bitch tryna hit my plug, I just call up lil' Pablo (Brr, brr)

Huh, huh (Brr, brr), huh

She wanna hop on the jet (Hop on the)

PJ flyin', bitch, get wet (Wetter)

I'm tryna fuck on her gret, huh ('Gretter)

I'm tryna fuck, no regrets, huh (Regret)

Baby girl, you slidin' to the crib, don't you know we don't got strings to attach? Huh (No way)