Sand on the Yacht

Need that 808 Pussy wide awake Shoot my shot at baby watch me fade away Call my side bitches They could never hate Bonafide bitches They aint never fake (HUH HUH) Bust down baby Baby bust down We was inner city babies baby But we up Now the whole damn city looking dumb found Got the whole city going dumb Too many riches round here i could never hate Too many bitches round here and you still you cant penetrate I pour that henny in the cup (Pour that Henry in the cup) Roll up sticky in the cut And ya bitch cant hit my blunt She a thot F*ck her on the spot 8 o'clock Then i pass her to my block And its hot Like these bands Get ya hands off my watch These bitches got too much sand on the yacht Cant have her just standing Just standing on the yacht I shoot up the industry then we skirting off the block Im diggin its hurtin She like baby dont stop Trippin i aint swerving swervin I got this shit locked BITCH