LYRICS
作词 : Rio Leyva/Maxvon
作曲 : Rich Amiri
[Intro]
(Huh, 2023, bxxch, this Chase year)
(Turn up)
(Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flair, yeah)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bxxch, and they think that a young nxxxa slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nxxxa eyes low, can't put yo' axx on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' axx on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope)
Instagram poles ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bxxch on lock, lil' boy, she fxxkin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bxxch, you buggin'
Nxxxa gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
[Verse]
Hundred racks in the zip, I’ma fxxk around, put a bag on a bxxch
Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin' tricks on my dxck, it’s a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fxxk her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These nxxxxs burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle
Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nxxxa doin'
I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bxxch, I ain't dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em
And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you
Now they come back, want some shxt, nxxxxs so flaw, cut 'em off quick
I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist
I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bxxches
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bxxch, and they think that a young nxxxa slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nxxxa eyes low, can't put yo' axx on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' axx on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope)
Instagram poles ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bxxch on lock, lil' boy, she fxxkin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bxxch, you buggin'
Nxxxa gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff