100's & 50's

I got my diamonds all over my fit I spend a rack on my shoes and my top in my fit She wanna f*ck with the gang cause we lit Got a stick in this bitch imma shoot at ya mit Nigga really be broke then the bitch and I can't really f*ck with you boy you a bitch Any nigga be talking I know what they talking you know I can't f*ck with them niggas She show titties, hundreds and fifties Shawty she sippin' Bacardi she lit it 392 I'ma f*ck up the city I'm in the track hawk she wanna lick me Hittin my phone like lil wiintr just hit me Styrofoam cup and it's filled with pink Whitney Shawty she trippin ' like baby you miss me fucking Know that I'm poppin' again Issa knock on my door so I'm lettin' her in They tryna f*ck cause she brought her best friend I would want way too much Shawty stayin' on my mind I would want way too much Gotta get her back in line I'ma knock on her door I bought her ass to the party Shawty the chip and she poppin' that molly She wanna rock with the gang I'm so sorry I had to tell her I'm sorry She cannot rock my crew She cannot rock my boys Riding in 392 S.S. and them toys Them niggas ain't f*ck with us Hell yeah we make noise Them niggas be broke as f*ck Oh my god niggas stay poised And you know that I hide in my bag And you know that I hide in my Birkin I put this shit right in her bag And she tellin' me wiintr it's hurtin And I'm tellin' her baby I'm sorry I'm so lit with you poppin' that molly And I'm just tryna get in your body And you like it when I'm in your body And she like it when I'm in the walls She a shark cause I got in her jaws And I tell her to leave me alone And you know I'm just takin' a pause And you know that I'ma go back in And you know a nigga get me racks in And a nigga be broke start cappin' And you f*ck her and nigga stay likin And I like it, was handlin