Brought the mac out
N***** sat down
I got sh*t I never had now
I could brag now
Got my bitch a Louis bag now
She could brag now
Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now
Now I'm sitting in the club
In a different bag now
Baby when I pick it up
You gon put that ass down
Tell 'em you don't give a f*ck
Baby spin that ass 'round
Tell the DJ turn it up, what the f*ck is that sound?
A boogie wit the hoodie and its always foreign
Yeah I know she like my style them other n****s boring
When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt that's a foreign
When I pull up on a red light they don't want it
Yeah I came up from the mud and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back
Then I saw her at the club so i got up on that
Now every time they play this song she say "this is my sh*t"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know wassup baby this is my sh*t
See the flick on my wrist
They know that's my bitch, that's a fact and she stuck with me
When you in my section fill it up when my cup empty
I can't f*ck with rats, that's a fact, that's a dub n****
All about my F can't put water over blood n****
Trust me it get ugly
If I wasn't getting money would you still want me
If I told you I was broke would you start acting funny
This is all i ever wanted you can't take it from me
Now every time they play this song she say "this is my sh*t"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know wassup baby this is my sh*t
See the flick on my wrist
