15

(We love you Cyrus) I only chase the bag bitch Ran it up cop these checks, then a bad bitch Damn 200 in this mag bitch We don't give a f*ck, Ima get you nagged bitch Goddamn whip this rari' like a rental (Like a rental, yuh) I don't play especially with all that sentimental (I cant do that) I got blue in my diamonds like some fentanyl, yeah So I can't worry bout' no hoe up in my mental Yeah Yeah Bitch I turn 15 I chase this cash not the fake green I'm in love with this green but I can't f*ck with celery It's crazy cuz' they in the same scheme Bitch I don't make memes I serve the base and I stay clean Times flying by cuz' I'm too busy hustling Next year I'ma be 16 I only chase the bag bitch Ran it up cop these checks, then a bad bitch Damn 200 in this mag bitch We don't give a f*ck, Ima get you nagged bitch Goddamn whip this Rari' like a rental (Like a rental, yuh) I don't play especially with all that sentimental (I can't do that) I got blue in my diamonds like some fentanyl, yeah So I can't worry bout' no hoe up in my mental Oh yeah I'm finna pop out In love with the fashion can't opt out I'm infatuated with the way that you talk to me Shh Baby don't talk now Gimme your head f*ck the top down If a nigga trying, he get walked down I don't play about whats mine nigga I'ma have to get you popped now (Yeah Yeah Yeah)