Bad Barbie bitch said she want the cash inTryna go get it, told her she just gotta break her backThen you gotta be bout it, no actingShe don't want * with no Applebee'sBooze, you can't * with no JapaneseLook out, she screamin' check, pleaseShe want your cash and your car keyGettin' no money, my pet peeveSome words, girl wanna pet meAnother word, she wanna cis meThree Yeti on the ankle, tech on the shoulderGlock on my heel, nobody else gon' protect meChoppa get a choppa, she a jet like Jet LiRatchet, lil' ho, sound pettyCause I don't give a time on the week, no on the weekendYou not my homie, you leechDon'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 angleDon't try my vibe, cause she can get lethalAR-15, leave you leakin'Body in that sewer, it's reekin'You was found next weekendThat's what you get for an internet beastI grind so hard, just for my peoplePush 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 faintingGrindin' off someone like PhoenixAll about red like VenusRunnin' it up and I get it, no reasonI'm on clothes, drip masters, every damn seasonYeah, the drip mattersYeah, the cash mattersYeah, my body get fatterI already hit a white hair, well I had itWhy 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 platterTwo-tone pin in my naked sweaterYoung nigga, I'm young fleshI don't give the cash, you niggas that hateI don't trap my gas in the weatherRain, sleet, and slowBe white like snowBitch, never that coldBe a player, I knowBe heatin' the beatBringin' that heat in the sheetHard as they let heat in with a matchOh, they * up with thatI got the cash in the backI can unwrap thisI was just sittin' there for a hitNo, young nigga, can't go to the backYou ain't the lastWhoa, phone call, 30-day tagI had to run it upI had to stop that restin' bagYeah, shhAnd I wear that maskShhYeah, 357, yeah, with a blast
