Bad Barbie bitch said she want the cash in
Tryna go get it, told her she just gotta break her back
Then you gotta be bout it, no acting
She don't want * with no Applebee's
Booze, you can't * with no Japanese
Look out, she screamin' check, please
She want your cash and your car key
Gettin' no money, my pet peeve
Some words, girl wanna pet me
Another word, she wanna cis me
Three Yeti on the ankle, tech on the shoulder
Glock on my heel, nobody else gon' protect me
Choppa get a choppa, she a jet like Jet Li
Ratchet, lil' ho, sound petty
Cause I don't give a time on the week, no on the weekend
You not my homie, you leech
Don't go to church, they ain't livin' bout what they preachin'
Speakin' with *, the streets don't reachin'
Don't throw me no work, that's mine, that profit I'm keepin'
Positive vibes, I fly up the angle
Don't try my vibe, cause she can get lethal
AR-15, leave you leakin'
Body in that sewer, it's reekin'
You was found next weekend
That's what you get for an internet beast
I grind so hard, just for my people
Push your bone down, I leave you not breathin'
Artebeam bite down, just like I'm teasin'
She wanna sus while all of my seamin'
Give a good deal, now she fainting
Grindin' off someone like Phoenix
All about red like Venus
Runnin' it up and I get it, no reason
I'm on clothes, drip masters, every damn season
Yeah, the drip matters
Yeah, the cash matters
Yeah, my body get fatter
I already hit a white hair, well I had it
Why the hell would I have it?
Why the hell would I have it?
Why the hell would I have it?
Yeah, that pussy got fatter like a platter
Two-tone pin in my naked sweater
Young nigga, I'm young flesh
I don't give the cash, you niggas that hate
I don't trap my gas in the weather
Rain, sleet, and slow
Be white like snow
Bitch, never that cold
Be a player, I know
Be heatin' the beat
Bringin' that heat in the sheet
Hard as they let heat in with a match
Oh, they * up with that
I got the cash in the back
I can unwrap this
I was just sittin' there for a hit
No, young nigga, can't go to the back
You ain't the last
Whoa, phone call, 30-day tag
I had to run it up
I had to stop that restin' bag
Yeah, shh
And I wear that mask
Shh
Yeah, 357, yeah, with a blast