Oh, uh
Ddot cold as a motherfucker out there
Ou, uh
Bad bitch getter (Whoosh), real rich nigga (Ooh)
Hellcat whipper (Mmm)
Certified dripper
Exotic bitche she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
I bag her, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A nigga play, I shoot a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
I'm whackin' her, bitch get out of line, you know I'm smackin' her
She know I ain't tryna rate all that actin' up
Can't do nothin' but pray on losin' faith when it come to love
Young nigga, I stay down, I'm gettin' big bucks
Rich nigga changed up, now he gettin' stuck
Got a bag, put up main bitch tough
And you can't name nobody in the city who came and bitched us
And you can't name nayn nigga that ever dissed us
And now we tryna play it cool, but, it still don't fix nothin'
I'm goin' to school, breakin' the rules with that stick tucked
I play it cool, but can't believe these niggas bitched up, these niggas bitched up
Rich nigga, niggas transgender, can't deal with 'em
Remember chasin' five figures, now, I got six figures
Real member, really pulled triggers, really killed niggas
Askin' fro some money, so, I gave it, certified giver
We been pushin' P before it dropped, nigga, this real pimpin'
Rather get caught with it than without, but, this ain't [?] pimpin'
Off a lot of syrup, but, this a lot of drug dealin'
Doin' bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a vilan
Bad bitch getter (Whoosh), real rich nigga (Ooh)
Hellcat whipper (Mmm)
Certified dripper
Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
I bag her, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A nigga play, I shoot a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
Get yo' carats up, nigga
And where I grew is rough, be realer
Diamond in the rough, but, now you know my diamonds bust
Section 8, project baby, I grew up fuckin' sluts
I never paid attention to the hate, I'm out here [?]
I'm steady chasin' corns, run it up, no Tempal run
Bitch, you gon' get these ones, pussy ho, you gotta shake it
Make it snow, weatherman, you gon' have to rake it
A-All these diamonds right down on my arm, she gon' come through naked
Servin' what I put up on my charm, they gon' have to rate it
Seven Superbowl rings on like I'm Tom Brady
Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon' be my lady
I be tryna put that tongue on her, but, he actin' crazy
Had to go and rent a lawnmower like she Beyoncé
Say that I can hit it if I bring her home and B.O.A
Havin' double digits but replacin' big ole 308s
Songwriters / Music by:
Real Boston Richey
Lyrics sources: The song itself, social media accounts, users content
Last update: 05 June 2022 We do our best for being accurate. If something seems incorrect, please contact us!
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