[Intro]

(Dang, Supreme, turn that shit down)

Uh, CountUp

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Baby, I'm on that fly shit, baby, I'm so fuckin' fly

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]

Double-cross his ass 'cause you bad, now get in his dad

I'ma hit the gas, fuck that nigga, he ain't goin' back

Bae, I'm really up, you can come and pick the paper tag

Sick of his lil' ass, just be talkin', he ain't in his bag

I don't see your boyfriend, your ex, or your baby dad

Bitch, you better respect a nigga presence, I'm really gettin' cash

Tell that nigga get up off his ass and come and cop a bag

He can watch my car for the day, I'll give him cash

Oh, your baby daddy think he ballin' 'cause he got a brick?

'Cause he caught that scam wave he think he on some rich shit?

Tell that fuck nigga we in our twenties and we been rich

Tell him I be beatin' that pussy up and I don't spend shit

When he leave that sack, let me know so I can send jits

My stick titties bigger than your titties, bitch, real shit

When you put that shh on the road, you get real rich

Hear that shit barkin' out the bag, nigga, that's real pit

Thirty-five hundred for this bag, nigga, this real shit

If you go to jail and she don't fuck, that's a real bitch

When he bust it open, I realized it wasn't a real brick

Know that he was sicker than a bitch 'cause he wan' kill shit

Dog pop a pill before he drill, he don't feel shit

I can leave a mil' around my dog, he won't steal shit

Niggas always talkin' 'bout them P's, but they ain't seal shit

Golden in the trap, I'm bustin' down, I'm gettin' real rich

[Outro]

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