Know what I'm sayin'?
Trompe-l'oeil, Trompe-l'oeil, let's go
Bag in
Ho, c'mon, yeah, yeah
Bag in
I text, "I'm outside," we ready to go
These niggas so tough online
They "Ha-ha-ha" 'til you come and
Knock on they door (Bitch)
I got me some big shit, iced out (Yeah)
Make the bitch kiss the ring
Gotta get on the floor
I'm livin' life like a rockstar would
Or just like a Rasta would (Woo)
She don't want none of the fancy clothes
Or the fancy posts
I wonder who taught her good
All of these bitches tryna get me out my zone (Oh yeah)
Like, yeah, I had to bite the bullet (Like yeah)
Yeah, I'm on a plane on the way to you
Baby, I told you we gettin' right to it
Huh (Oh yeah)Huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ho
I see dollar signs, dollar signs, all I see (Woo)
All these fine broads staring at me (Woo)
These hoes five-star, but that's past talk (Woo)
I got new money that's been waitin' on me (On God)
These fakin' niggas, they been hatin' on me (On God)
Ain't trippin' lately, 'cause I know I'm a tweak (Bitch)
Made him mad at his ho 'cause she know he a bitch
I got cash on my name, so I walk with a stick (Oh yeah)
I got new threads on me, I'm makin' 'em sick (Yeah, woo)
Had a nigga bitch on me
He was losing his shit (Woo)
I cannot forget to show love to my clique
I can't believe I was lovin' that bitch
I can't believe I'm achievin' my dreams
And these niggas be talkin' 'bout nothin'
Not shit
I knew who I was, what I did from the beginning (Bitch)
I was a young nigga just from Riverdale
(And you know what the fuck that mean)
Now a young nigga tryna be everywhere (Nigga's just tryna get wins)
Uh, cash in my hand, you know
I throw it everywhere
Gotta kiss the ring, gotta kiss the ring
(Gotta kiss it)
Hol' on, yeah
Kiss the ring, kiss the ring, kiss the ring
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Text, "I'm outside," we ready to go
These niggas so tough online
They "Ha-ha-ha" 'til you come and
Knock on they door (Bitch)
I got me some big shit, iced out (Bitch, bitch)
Make the bitch kiss the ring
Gotta get on the floor (I'm iced up, iced up)
I'm livin' life like a rockstar would
Or just like a Rasta would (Yeah)
She don't want none of the fancy clothes
Or the fancy posts
I wonder who taught her good
All of these bitches tryna get me
Out my zone (Oh yeah)
Like, yeah, I had to bite the bullet (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on a plane on the way to you
Baby I told you we gettin' right to it
Huh (Yeah, yeah)
Young nigga like me might
Come 'round just too clean
Might come 'round and fuck ya ho (Woo)
Best nigga to walk out of the dome
She the best bitch I had
Ain't sendin' her home
Huh, they get the jeepers
Creepers speakin 'bout me
All these niggas is broke (Bitch)
She gotta love this shit
Gotta get on her knees
She kissin' the ring on the floor
Woo, woo
Yeah
Woo, woo
Kiss on the ring, I make her kiss on the ring (Yeah)
Know what I'm saying
You know what's, saying
You a bitch
Yeah
You a bitch
I got a
Yeah
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