Oh shit I work my wrists
I sign your tits
You want a pic
Oh shit lit like a bic
I got the sticks?
I bought a zip?
Oh shit bitches x-rated
You was outdated
Flip through the pages
Minimum wages
My n*** locked in the cages
I’m having money for ages
My lyrics feeling contagious
Yeah my lyrics sounding outrageous
Baby i cum through the phases
Designer down all the way to my laces (all the way to the shoes)
Oh f*ck you better duck
I got a tuck i got a truck so i can buck straight through your gut big bucks baby big bucks
Oh shit I work my wrists
I sign your tits
You want a pic
Oh shit lit like a bic
I got the sticks?
I bought a zip?
Oh shit I work my wrists
I sign your tits
You want a pic
Oh shit lit like a bic
I got the sticks?
I bought a zip?
You better hide your bitch talking that shit end up in a ditch
Don’t trust these n**** cuz they prone to snitch
I’m in a mansion this four sided brick
I’m wearing diamonds they got me sick
If its not broken what u gon fix
If i aint nothing how ima be rich
My bitch named lelo she looking for stitch
Oh f*ck you better duck
I got a tuck how bout a truck so i can buck straight through your gut big bucks baby big bucks
Oh f*ck you better duck
I got a tuck how bout a truck so i can buck straight through your gut big bucks baby big bucks
Oh shit I work my wrists
I sign your tits
You want a pic
Oh shit lit like a bic
I got the sticks?
I bought a zip?
