[Intro]

Okay, okay, so

YSL, we're YSL, a.k.a. private flight gang, you know?

Yeah, man, we're the private flight gang, you know?

Join in, bitch, ah

[Chorus]

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?

Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound

Smokin' that shit out the pound

We never lost it, ain't nothin' to be found (Nah)

These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round (Yeah)

I took the booty, nailed her like a mount

These bitches gon' cover me, I call 'em gowns

Boy, that's your problem (Woo)

I might fuck her, but boy, that's your problem (Yeah)

Gettin' extorted, then boy, that's your problem (Yeah)

No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma (Uh)

Send him up to God with no problem

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem

Boy, check out that Rollie, it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

[Verse 1]

In a Bentley, burnin' loud and I'm gassin' (Screw)

I got hundreds sittin' on Hondas, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'

I done took off on a boot, now I’m Paris Hilton dancin'

And I feel like Marilyn Manson, and I want a fucking GRAMMY

Pass me that mud (Shush), please just pass me that mud (Woah)

Sticky white birds, call 'em doves (Boo-boo-boop)

Implants up under my girls (Damn)

Please no-no fallin' in love (Uh-uh, no)

I'm runnin' round with a bitch, mouth 'bout thick as a cup (What?)

Meanwhile, they hatin', I done spent me some dubs (What?)

And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug (Hah)

Gettin' money, of course (Yeah)

Cookin' white like them Porsches (Boo-boo-boop)

Shoutout to Nelly, Air Forces (Nelly)

Hop in that ‘Ghini, ran right on your porch (Skrr)

Hop out like motherfuck the doors (Skrrt)

Yeah, I'ma go 'head and free Offset, yeah, he a Migo (Free Offset, nigga)

[Chorus]

Bitches in love with these slimers (They love 'em), how many now? (I don't know, I don't know)

Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound (Woah)

Smokin' that shit out the pound (Screw)

We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found (Yeah)

These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round (Woah)

I took the booty, nailed her like a mount (Woah, shit)

These bitches gon' cover me, I call 'em gowns (Shit)

Boy, that's your problem

I might fuck her, but boy, that's your problem (Your problem)

Gettin' extorted, lil' boy, that's your problem (It's your problem)

No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma (Uh, ski)

Send him up to God with no problem (Psh, psh, psh)

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem (Bling blaow)

Boy, check out that Rollie, it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

[Verse 2]

Damn (Sheesh), we gon' try you in these streets (Sheesh)

We don't G her with no sheets (Sheesh)

How long ago? 'Bout a week (Whoo)

All my attires are neat (Sheesh)

All of her friends are unique (Sheesh)

I wanna fuck at least three (Sheesh)

Can I? (Yeah, yeah, ayy, sheesh)

He playin'? I pop him like Pop-Tarts (Ah)

I'm a demon, only see when dark (Hah)

I look like I got a Visa card (What?)

Private flight gang, yeah, agree with us (Shush)

Dinosaur B's and some C's with us (Brr)

I like that cat bald like a eagle, bruh (Whoo)

Since I ran up my racks, ain't no tamin' us (And what?)

Damn, it's Friday, I need angel dust (Damn)

I fuck that bitch if she starin' (Ayy)

Pull up and hop out McLarens (Yeah)

Don't say, "I won't," cause that's darin' (No)

I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow (Psh, psh, psh)

Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle (What?)

Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel

[Chorus]

Bitches in love with these slimers (They love 'em), how many now? (I don't know, I don't know)

Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound (Woah)

Smokin' that shit out the pound (Screw)

We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found (Yeah)

These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round (Woah)

I took the booty, nailed her like a mount (Woah, shit)

These bitches gon' cover me, I call 'em gowns (Shit)

Boy, that's your problem

I might fuck her, but boy, that's your problem (Your problem)

Gettin' extorted, lil' boy, that's your problem (It's your problem)

No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma (Uh, ski)

Send him up to God with no problem (Psh, psh, psh)

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem (Bling blaow)

Boy, check out that Rollie, it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

[Outro]

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