Saks Fifth

Allow me to talk my shit We used to get the packs and get em off real quick I wanna go to Saks Fifth and spend a bag on my bitch And babygirl you not my hoe so get the f*ck off my tip, oh Lord I wanna see Johnny Dang, spending like thirty On a watch and a chain, it's my dream I'm the one you can blame I sold weed to math scholars, yeah back in tenth grade, oh Lord Choppa make him do the tango I told lil baby come here and taste the rainbow I know you see the heat, Ima let the flame go I'm getting different type of money, getting pesos Take you on a baecation, take you to Barbados Ima f*ck you all night, I know the pussy Fuego When she get on top yeah she spin like a tornado A nigga name not Simon, but she do what I say so I've got too many blessings to not be talking my shit Got too many many bottles to not be popping my shit I've learned too many lessons to be dropping the clip And I'm planning my wedding with a bad ass bitch I bought her a Calvin purse to keep a glock in that bitch And if anybody play with her, I'm dropping em quick Can't be posting nothing 'cause twelve be watching my shit Can't be living too fast 'cause they be clocking my shit Oh Lord, and I be rocking my shit Oh Lord, and I be popping my shit Oh Lord, Imma keep a glock in this bitch Oh Lord I've been feeling fine until I got my clip And now you dirty and you flirty couldn't pop yo shit I'm just like Benny, with the jets, yeah, we high as shit I got my chain on and my wrist, it go drippy drip And now we going through the city, with my 40 tag And now we pinning all the cities that we going past And how we did it, all the people they just gonna ask Bout how we Rastas, and we rock it And they sit and laugh, oh yeah they sit and laugh But I'm not someone to mess with My momma told me that, she gon be the one restless I be smoking packs, just forget about bad shit Yeah rip Z, 50, clips in my backpack Allow me to talk my shit We used to get the packs and get em off real quick I wanna go to Saks Fifth and spend a bag on my bitch And babygirl you not my hoe so get the f*ck off my tip, oh Lord I wanna see Johnny Dang, spending like thirty On a watch and a chain, it's my dream I'm the one you can blame I sold weed to math scholars, yeah back in tenth grade