CLS

I'm in Miami with all of them bad hoes with me They tryn come home w me I'm in the CLS500, you know that I'm clutchin Tear up the street , you can hear my ass coming You know that I'm clutchin I'm with the bad hoes smoking on a russians Her heart getting crushed Want me pull over little bitch, I'll be busted i jus double my cup I'm in Miami with all of the bad hoes with me And I ain't got no hoe in me If I'm in then the pole in with me Goin' home and your hoe, come with me I'ma shoot to the whole clip, empty Riding round in a all black Bentley Where the hoes ? I got too damn many Want me dead then you gotta come get me I spent your whole paycheck on soda It's a bad lil' bitch tryn cry on my shoulder I kicked that lil' hoe out of the rover You broke as a bitch and you still gettin' older She just FaceTimed me, showin' her ocean I flex on ah bitch, look like Hulk Hogan Brand new wokhardt yeah i po up some potion Don't even got money, so I'ma expose him And he ain't got no hoes with him And he ain't got no poles with him And he ain't got no goals in him And he ain't got no gold with him Business is business I walked in yeah lakosher da menace I pull up and my ceiling is missing Got two chains on, feelin' real different Lil' bro, can you keep your distance Yo, bitch, my end up missing This double cup, I'm sippin It got my vision glitchin Callin' my bitch like, what's up I pull up, bitch, we f**kin' or what Ain't no f**kin' just suckin' me up Get my nut then I'm giddyin' up She get mad, like lakosh you a slut I'm like, bitch, I don't really give f**ks Told that bitch that I really get bucks Told that bitch and she ran out of luck Told that bitch and she ran out of luck Told that bitch that her man is dust Broke