Uh oh Uh oh Not again (Here we go) My bitch feel pretty off coke She give me the throat And she choke choke My bitch feel pretty off coke I just got her a Montclair coat These niggas can't keep up With me and I know Ha they too slow So much money on me Swear to god it's like I'm a walking bankroll I got his bitch voice Sounding like helium She can't stop on giggling The racks got her ass hypnotized I'm not even kidding Say what's the beef lil bro Push it back like mater tow I don't go back and forth With no nigga about no Bitch you can keep that hoe (Keep that hoe) I'm falling back to the old me All yo shit so fake Just like yo bitch When she be moaning (for real) You ain't got no damn Racks lil pussy ass nigga So you can't show me, Where is the proof No stars on the roof I don't give a fuck What you saying Cause me and you Can't compare the coupe (We can't) Uh huh The seats is leather The whip is better I'm finna be here forever Stop with the flexing Hating on me Ain't doing shit For you boy get yo check up And tell your girlfriend to Get off her knees bro And pick her neck up Patek hold her hair up When she give me her Throat keep getting longer The cup keep getting darker My money old thick Mrs.Parker You not making no damn progress I've never met a nigga that's honest Competition is garbage Artist pull up like I'm mutombo All of them niggas I blocked them (Not in my house) I got his bitch voice Sounding like helium She can't stop on giggling The racks got her ass hypnotized I'm not even kidding Say what's the beef lil bro Push it back like mater tow I don't got back and forth With no nigga about no Bitch you can keep that hoe (Keep that hoe) My bitch feel pretty off coke She give me the throat And she choke choke My bitch feel pretty off coke I just got her a Montclair coat These niggas can't keep up With me I know Ha they too slow So much money on me Swear to god it's like I'm a walking bankroll (Jay Crew on the beat) (Damn) (I'm know I'm finna go up) (The devil done took all my love) (You know that)