For Me Pt, ll (feat. Cellgotit)

Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Fina pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Fina pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look Aye No stress Good sex One boo No ex Small circle Big checks Fool, move Me next I'm sick Kleenex Her loss Rich flex Onika Rich sex Clean shot All net Hmm Pop you shit, baby drop it real low But only, if he got that green, got that dough You bending over, yeah you touching ya toes Please don't get her wrong, she ain't one of these hoes She need them coins Run her the money Nobody laughing, this shit isn't funny Nigga, this shit isn't free I bet we won't link, if you don't got the money Aye It's double the stacks for the room She'll get to rubbing, her friend's will come too She'll make it clap, if you play her my new She want to feel, she don't f*ck with the nudes She pimping niggas Ain't feeling these niggas She slap all you bitches, and flex with her riches Oooh, that shit lame, that ain't mine, that shit Rich's Dipping on "Dave's" that's goodbye Mr. Richard Bitch Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Fina pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Fina Pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look It's still the braids, and the length for me It's still the way that it's swaying for me Damn, you still popping yo shit Them bundles legit Them baby hairs laid, at ease No, we ain't baking We high, the weed It's the way that dat shaking for me No, she ain't coming to play Dat ass is on cake A forty inch, down to her knees Aye, look! She bust in a split, drop it low But classy on weekdays, she covering Vogue Plus she do poll She smell like Rihanna, she got on that "Rogue" Ain't worried bout hoes Nah, you ain't slime, you just picking ya nose I'm in the sky You on the road I get to spitting You get to shaking Yeah, i'm real high, you a pig, guess we baking Me dicen "Bravo" but no Andy Cohen Them bars got me rolling The ray, but ain't rolling Nah, she ain't cuffed, but hell nah, she ain't ho'ing Go-on give it up, it's the crown that i'm holding Let's fly out to France Please sign the check, finna blow this advance Go-on get a coat, cause i'm flyer than fans I just dropped the "Favorites, Vol. One" Yes, the one for my fans (brah) Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Tell the lil bihh to go low Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Finna pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Don't move, we Finna pipe up this club Aye, yuh, look Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Told the hoe go to the floor Aye, yuh, look