歌词
I got a lot on my mind
If you ain't talking bout a hunnid grand
Nigga you wasting my time
I got a couple bitches in the Benz
No I ain't taking no sides
I just came here to fuck up some M's
So if I want it I buy it
Foreign designer
Bitch I'm a dog off the leash
I cannot cuff no hoe for the streets
Rocking designer my drip is elite
Seat on recline and she know what that mean (ohhh yeahhh)
Got my stripes like Burberry
Tell her I love her cause she Prada me
She moving right with Chanel on her feet
I must be sick with the Chrome Hearts disease
Woahhh diamonds they sting like a bee
Woahhh fucking that hoe for the week
Woah money turn her to a freak
Woah snuck in this bitch with a piece
Woah cuban link swanging on me
Woah baby you know how it be
Woah niggaz they cannot compete
(Uhhhh yeah)
I got a lot on my mind
If you ain't talking bout a hunnid grand
Nigga you wasting my time
I got a couple bitches in the Benz
No I ain't taking no sides
I just came here to fuck up some M's
So if I want it I buy it
Foreign designer
Connecting the ends
Been uppin the racks fuck a friendship
I hit a flight touchdown in the east
But the pack come straight from the west tip
I used to be on the field now I'm stuck in the field
We 10 yards from the end-zone
I fuck her good pop a gas station pill fore I fuck her
Gon' make sure her friends know
Aye
Good vibin
My whips t'd up wit snipers
I'm in a
Rover baby that's the slida
Smokin 93 doja
Playa thought I told ya
Call me teacher how I pull these flows straight out a folder
I got a lot on my mind
If you ain't talking bout a hunnid grand
Nigga you wasting my time
I got a couple bitches in the Benz
No I ain't taking no sides
I just came here to fuck up some M's
So if I want it I buy it
Foreign designer