歌词
作词 : Jordan Ward/Christopher Smith Jr./Peder Losnegård/Thomas Lumpkins/Christopher Ruelas
作曲 : Jordan Ward/Christopher Smith Jr./Peder Losnegård/Thomas Lumpkins/Christopher Ruelas
I can't pick my phone up
I'm in the studio again, I'm going stupid again
I got to show all them friends
Took her out of the country, now she gone' show all her friends
How many times I gon' shit on 'em? Damn, it really depend
And we sold out the ven'
Getting so much bread, I think I'm starting to get that big back
We rocked out all them shows, his name is not no ****in' siz-ack
**** wearing out they welcome with me, boy, this not a kickback
You really not styling, boy, you need to take your fit back
I don't know how they let you did that
Better pay me for my time, I'm doing business
I pull up and you just spin back
And I got
Cutti, man, cutti, man
Cutti, man
Cutti, man
In the cut
Call me, call me, baby, I got you
I'ma put you up there on the mountain
Call me, call me, baby, I got you (Yeah)
Hit the label like "Here you go, damn"
I'm going in, I'm going in
I'm going in, I'm going in
I got too many hoes on me
I got too many hoes
I got too many shows
I had to tell my bro, I got too many clothes
This shit ****ed up, I already stayed out the store
Had to print it, but my hands are chrome
So bro got that ??
These big ass pants, I don't got a belt on
I pick that shit up and I put shit on
This bands up coulda got a ps3, I was just in louisville playing est
I was just in the lou' playing, "Go sexxy"
Yeah, I'm everywhere a **** ask about me
This munyun finna be on bet, made the trap, so boys wanna go indie
And now I'm lit, a **** major
A hundred ways, it's a hundred ways
It's a hundred ways
To get that honeybun, man
A hundred ways, it's a hundred ways
It's a hundred ways
To get that honeybun, man
I got too many hoes on me
I got too many hoes
I got too many shows
I had to tell my bro, I got too many clothes
Came over at midnight
Head so bad, need aspirin to get right
Said you ten toes 'bout it, bitch, you can hitch hike
My chauffeur fell asleep at the red light
How high is he, ****? Method and redman
Gymnast freak pop pussy on handstands
The bitch chose me like she playin' mortal kombat
Hairline surgery, don't call it a comeback
Sharp as a thumb tack, v06 vet engine roar
Pull off the lot and it snore
Sweeping you **** like chores
I got good manners I do, I open doors galore
Rottweiler by where my heart beat, but I do not be wearing givenchy
Smino just be on dorito, keep me a lil' freak ho, she cool and raunchy
I told lil' kuzzo where I be, he think I joined the illuminati
Smino bambino, ho, I see no evil, my whole life a movie so regal
If she don't **** when she see me, no redo, paint up her back, evisu
My bro might go pro, like to tackle people, the munyun, I get it in all departments
Sack on me, micah parsons
Pull up in a lamb' feelin' sacrificial, no pro bono, ho, I need pay
Blowing money fast, blowing money fast
Blowing money fast, blowing money fast
Blowing money fast, blowing money fast