Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (Spend some money on that)
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes
East Atlanta kickin', smokin' big dope
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover (A Ferrari and a Range Rover)
That bih' got a boy
So she gon' lay low (That boy got no mansion, he don't)
That boy just a lick
We serve him Karo (That boy doesn't listen, he don't)
Cut that bitch right off
I feel like Van Gogh (Cut that bitch off, I feel like Van Gogh)
Diamonds on me dancing, where's the dance floor? (Dance floor)
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
50K on my backend, I did a late show (Yeah, yeah yeah)
(Rok on the track, yeah) This that murder music
I let that chopper sing and they listen to it
My bitch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin' booted
I pop a Perc' and sip my drank, yeah, now I'm zooted
I'm a superstar, yeah, I live my life like a movie
I drive foreign cars and fuck bad bitches, yeah, I get to it
I buy a bitch a brand new bag, yeah, when I get bored
And that lil' bitch keep calling me dad 'cause he can't afford it
I swear I could've been a dad, but I made that bitch abort it
That was back when I was down bad
Now the young nigga worth a fortune
Hell nah, you can't be my BM, that's just like extortion
Hell nah, lil' bitch can't put me on no child support
Make a bitch take a Plan B before I let a bitch take me to court
Yeah, we getting too much cash
Lil' bitch, but you a know a young nigga want more
Damn, this freak ho water wet, I think I need a new surfboard
Yeah, I keep it a hunned thousand
Young nigga, I ain't telling stories
Yeah, I spend a couple thousand every time I walk up in that store
Yeah, I might blow a couple thousand on that bitch
'Cause she a pretty whore
Yeah, this ain't the regular Lamb', lil' bitch, yeah, this Aventador
Yeah, and we having sticks for ham niggas
'Cause we don't fuck with pork
Yeah, I might smoke an opp nigga, shawty, but I don't fuck with 'Ports
Yeah, I spotted an opp in the party, told lil' bro, "Lock the door"
I upped my MAC and I told the pussy nigga, "Get on the floor
Give me them racks, give me that watch, bitch, it ain't yours no more"
I got this bitch with an OnlyFans, yeah, she a super whore
Hell, yeah, she mine for sure, yeah
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (Spend some money on that)
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes
East Atlanta kickin', smokin' big dope
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover (A Ferrari and a Range Rover)
That bih' got a boy
So she gon' lay low (That boy got no mansion, he don't)
Cut that bitch right off
I feel like Van Gogh (Cut that bitch off, I feel like Van Gogh)
Diamonds on me dancing, where's the dance floor? (Dance floor)
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
50K on my back end, I did a late show (Yeah, yeah yeah)