Lyrics

Ha-, hah-
Like, what the fuck is funny? (Hahaha, what the-?)
Hah-
Ha-, hahaha (like, what the f-?)
Haha, what the f-? (Ha, what-?)
I ran up a hundred (bana), so why would I stop there? (Bana)
Outside it get cold, yeah (outside), I need me a Moncler (bana)
I won't buy her nothin' (nothin'), my neck and wrist bussin' (yeah)
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred (yeah)
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin' (say nothin')
Yeah, and my new bitch spoiled as hell, get what she want (yeah)
Tryin' not to pop it, I'm so addicted to stuntin' (yeah)
Hell yeah, I do what I want
I need new cash, or I don't show up (like what?)
I don't go outside if I'm tore up (oh, what?)
Got some fine shit tying my shoes (my shoes, what?)
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt (rollin' my blunt?)
I got some thick shit up in my cup (say what?)
I got some thick shit next to my squad (say what?)
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want (ooh)
I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure (whoa, let's do it)
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home (oh, hi)
Just cut me a check or the envelope, and I might just pop out to your show (I might)
Mike Tyson the-, okay, yeah, I bite (yeah)
I fucked up her back, then sent her right back (yeah)
Ay, yeah, she know how to ride, ride like a bike (oh, hi)
We don't do the rah-rah, it's on sight (yeah)
No rules we abide by, get Fox 5'ed
And every time that we droppin', it go viral
If she your bitch, but fuckin' with me (I don't doubt it), I don't think she the right ho (I don't doubt it)
I don't answer her calls or her texts (I don't doubt it), send that bitch in a spiral
I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure (let's do it)
Left out with that bitch and her best friend (bana), but I can't take 'em both back to my home (bana)
Outside it get cold, yeah (outside), I need me a Moncler (bana)
I won't buy her nothin' (nothin'), my neck and wrist bussin'
I need new cash, or I don't show up (yeah)
I don't go outside if I'm tore up (what?)
Got some fine shit tying my shoes (my shoes, yuh)
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt (rollin' my blunt?)
I got some thick shit up in my cup (say what?)
I got some thick shit next to my squad (say what?)
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want (want)
Ha-, ha-
Haha, what the f-?
Written by: Asmil Rodriguez, Steven D. Lewis
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