歌词
作词 : Murda Beatz
作曲 : Raquan Hudson
Yeah, bitch
You know I pull up in a 'What the **** is that?'
You know when the doors don’t go up
They just swing to the side a little bit
J hop up on top, bitch these bitches man, it’s crazy
Fargo…
New Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling shit
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my bitches love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ shit
I wake up to twist up that kush in the morning, throw on my rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie, he need that OG
Gangsta G, I run a mob like I’m Tony, I sell that Tony
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
Trap my shit spot, my OG used to call me, bag up that doggie
She can’t **** I drop that **** on the corner, yeah bitch I’m balling
Police hit your ass then bitch you don't know me, no we ain’t homies
Just got all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies yeah
New Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling shit
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my bitches love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ shit
Riding in my Rental, got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Just put all my bitches off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies
I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me, that bitch my roadie
Police hit my *******t the charge was baloney, bailed out that morning
Gangsta G, I run the mob like I’m Tony, now sell that Tony
Slap them ass on, got my hands on the kilo, I sell the nino
Straight casino, bitch I'm the Tarantino, chop up an eagle
I wake up and whip that shit in the morning, threw on my Rollie
Just get all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling shit
Sister pimping I don’t sell them hoes
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ shit
Riding in my Rental got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
'Bout to take a trip to Mexico
To Mexico
Think they give a **** what you’re thinking
Bitch themselves
I'm god and bitch you’re not