Lyrics: Chauncey Hollis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Wallace Jr./Brook Oba Rowland
Music: Chauncey Hollis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Wallace Jr./Brook Oba Rowland
Mine going
Ayy come here right quick bro
What them hoes talkin' 'bout they ain't ****in'
What hol' up hit-boy
Let me call some bitches that for sure'll
Go mine goin'
Pull up on us 3 am like bossa nova bro they comin'
Ayy go and get a bottle from the corner store like ten
If I was you I wouldn't **** without
No trojan on wrap it up
I just spent a nigga crib in the Louis
Store I'm eatin'
She talking 'bout what she gon' do
Is she gon' do it though is she gon' do it
All the rooms sold out pull up to the 'io the studio
You ain't gotta drive I'm 'bout
To send this uber h*e the car outside
Man nigga what the ****
I look like hoppin' out a uber
nigga better send a chauffeur
With some fur and some jewelry yeah
Only God can judge me **** a 12 and the jury yeah
nigga get from 'round me
If you ain't hung like a jury ayy
Why you worried 'bout a condom
nigga where your accountant
Where your accountant
I'ma need a check 'fore I come in like a boss bling
Chanel bag bitch you got a lisp
You can't pronounce it hahaha
Balenciaga habits d**n I need to see a counselor
Ha baguettes in my bracelet will give
A bitch a facelift bitch
Never trust a nigga that don't look right in gray sweats
Like why you pull it out
Spend it though what you pull it out for
nigga said he put it in but I ain't feel it though
Some nigga s that for sure
Will go ayy they just callin'
Pull up on us 3 am like bossa nova
H*e we 'bout to slide come on
Ayy **** a bottle nigga bring the corner store
They want some bottles
If I was you I wouldn't ****
I'd **** with his bro ayy they on that
I just spent a bitch vehicle in
The gucci store they got money too
He talkin' 'bout how he be spendin'
But is he gon' spend it though
Bought the rooms all out each
And every floor all of 'em rich
Sign this nda or you can catch an uber
Hoe non-disclosure haha **** outta here
Ayy I don't even call them hoes
I'm just talkin' shit talkin' shit
I be real respectful all the way up
Until I hit then it's over
I go from baby I miss you to
Come and eat this dick
It ain't like I'm askin' you to do
Somethin' you ain't never did
Ayy do y'all smoke what y'all drinkin'
What y'all chasin' what y'all chasin'
How your friends look them hoes better
Not be basic they better not
If y'all ain't ****in' don't pull up
We ain't gon' make it just stay home
Don't ask me what that mean
That mean pull up get naked ayy ayy
I'm with five nigga s you know
Who the **** I'm with man
Ayy so bring ten bitches
Where the hoes at I know you got 'em
'Cause I know three ugly I know
All them hoes ain't cold
And at least two ain't gon' be wit
It they better not
Real gutter bitch got my body
And my mind right
I can't see the 'opps 'less I'm lookin' back in hindsight
I'm in a royce and a bitch ain't even 5-9 royce
You won't even hate me you a fan
You need pom-poms
Sittin' courtside never been a sideline
How you the connect you ain't even got wifi
How y'all sharin' hoes
When y'all sharin' clothes that's right
How you ridin' for your nigga s
But your l's is spinnin' hahaha
I can raise you boys 'bout this pape
You my grandson hey
I just dropped cash in chanel like a ransom cash
I need mine and some birdman hand rub
Oh I thought a nigga with air in his magnum
Just said somethin'
Let me call some nigga s that for sure
Will go they goin'
Pull up on us 3 am like bossa nova
H*e I ain't goin'
Ayy **** a bottle nigga bring the corner store some ace
If I was you I wouldn't ****
I'd **** with his bro bro
I just spent a bitch vehicle in the gucci
Store I got it
He talkin' 'bout how he be spendin'
But is he gon' spend it though he cap
Bought the rooms all out each
And every floor the ritz
Sign this nda or you can catch an uber
Hoe **** outta here
Like bitch how is you bustdown
I know somethin'
The same way you the plug
And you owe somethin'