Bødega

You wanna go to the Bodega Wanna go to the Bodega Wanna go to the Bodega I said, bitch, I'll see you later Top floor, elevators LV like the Raiders Ayy, wait, look, I ain't got credit I got paper, top floor suite Las Vegas, yeah Middle fingers to the haters Uh, tell me who the greatest is We on this shit, dawg I don't really give a shit what you be on Man, shit, you a pee on Butterfly shit, you'll never really be on This, but I'm buzzin' like that I don't give a f*ck, I'll f*ck her cousin like that I said, baby, let me hit her from the back Cold-ass shit, picture-perfect moment, yeah I said, wait, toxic, bitch, that love to talk some shit Ayy, run it up, you know I'm bout to shit Uh, wanna go to the Bodega Uh, wanna go to the Bodega I just crushed a lot, I'm not a player I can't slam dunk, but I can lay up They know what it is Every single time we in this motherfuckin' shit I was right here with the motherfuckin' Lowe's I was right there hittin' six with my woes I can bet you the caddy, I can make a touch of toes Bad bitches only, I don't f*ck with hoes This is bout to turn up, we about to turn up Right there, this is Ike and Tina Turner Wanna go to the Bodega I said, bitch, I'll see you later Top floor, elevators, uh LV like the Raiders, yeah, wait