yea hoe

thugger

uzi

brrt

my lil nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe

my nigga we switch

won't do no same like hell no

brand new yeezy boosts they kick you in your face

you go

if you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe

i be the richest

i be the richest

i got an ole bad bitch and she my mrs

i want to kiss it

i want to lick it

i want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

ok i might pull out in a rarri yea

i got to get my dough

i stack my money yea

looking at my chain white gold

i'm a just call some names

never mind your bitch salty yea

she keep calling me

swerve around that bitch while she walking

aye

diamonds on my wrist clearer than blu-ray

had to get up and go get it

it was no other way

now a days me and my brother

we hotter than summer days

told your bitch suck on the head and i nut in your mother's face

me and thugger do so well on earth cause we from outer space

like boy you so bummy don't talk about money

we got the cake

like boy you so bummy don't talk about money

we got the cake

you told me that bitch was cool

that bitch was loose

pull up in my yeezy boosts

ya i don't follow no rules

ya my car it don't got no roof

ya hit her so hard she gon sue

ya that lil bitch she not new

ya rick owens all on my shoes

ya your bitch stuck to me like glue

counting the money

counting the money

now i'm the man in my city

fuck with some z's

fuck with big b

driving around in a bentley

went to the hood

got a lil bitch

bet you lil uzi gon hit her

lil uzi leave that bitch dripping

she mad at me pull out remy

smoking this gas

popping these xans

ya you know i'm a lean sipper

ain't about money why is you talkin? i smack you right with my hand

lil' uzi cool like a fan ya

my new bitch she got a man ya

all these hoes they my fans ya

walking around with all these bands ya