Lyrics: Trey Echols
Music: Trey Echols
Prod.406ahmad
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Bloody ****in' America, bitch
Huh
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay
I might hit New York and link with Drew
I got rocks on my necklace and my bitch got them too
I got bad bitches tryna pull up and pour up a deuce
I got racks in my cup, I'm sippin on lean, ain't no juice, bitch
I ain't had no help, I ain't never had no handouts
Did it by myself, I had to show these niggas I spazz out
Ridin' 'round town with your ho
She in that bitch, she got her lil' ass out
Niggas, they actin' so rich
But these niggas broke, niggas be fanned out
Broke nigga don't deserve this
Get some money, **** that, **** (Hold up)
Get some money, **** that (Let's go)
Get some money, **** that, hold up
These hoes wastin' my time, huh, outside, get me a tan (Bitch)
I got my feet in the sand
I got my feet in the sand (No cap)
Knee deep all up in that ho, I beat it up, Jackie Chan
She like, "Nine, I'm lovin' your flow"
She like, "I see what you saying" (Let's go)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (What?)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (Saying)
I might go **** on her friend
Shawty, I don't care 'bout your man
I'm tryna show you the world
I'm tryna show you your life
I'm tryna show you how you wanna live
I'm tryna show you you're alright (And what?)
That ho, she my Bella, tryna let this lil' ho bite me
They said, "Don't get a chain first," I want it 'cause it's icy
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay