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[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

She got a bad reputation
She takes the long way home
And all of my friends seen her naked
Or so the story goes
Mistakes we all make them
But they won’t let it go, no
She’s got a bad reputation
But I know what they don’t

And I don’t care what they say about you baby
They don’t know what you’ve been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what’s underneath, all I need is you

She got a bad reputation
Nobody gets too close
A sight of a soul when it’s breaking
Making my heart grow cold
And into the deeper she’s sinking
I’m begging her please don’t let go
She’s got a bad reputation
But she’s all that… all I want, though

And I don’t care what they say about you baby
They don’t know what you’ve been through
And trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what’s underneath, all I need is you

Nobody knows the way that I know her, said
Nobody knows the way that time has shown us it
Nobody knows the way that I know her, said
She got it bad, she got it bad
Nobody knows the way that I know her, said
Nobody knows the way that time has shown us it
Nobody knows the way that I know her, said
She got it bad, she got it bad

And I don’t care what they say about you baby
They don’t know what you’ve been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what’s underneath, all I need is you

And I don’t care what they say about you baby
They don’t know what you’ve been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what’s underneath, all I need is you

She got a bad reputation
She takes the long way home

Baby, heard you’ve been talking about me lately
Telling all your friends how much you hate me
But who you calling up when you get lonely?
When you get lonely, yeah

You be saying real, real nice, real nice things
When I’m touching you
You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous
When it wasn’t you, oh
And every now when my iPhone, iPhone rings
I be telling you
I told you, I told you, I told you

You said it was over
You said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
You said it was over
You said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah

Baby, why you always act like you don’t want me?
Don’t make me bring up your dirty laundry
We always on and off until you’re on me
Until you’re on me, yeah

You be saying real, real nice, real nice things
When I’m touching you
You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous
When it wasn’t you, oh
And every now when my iPhone, iPhone rings
I be telling you
I told you, I told you, I told you

You said it was over
You said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
You said it was over
You said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah
You said it was over, you said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah

Oh, my bedroom floor
Your clothes are saying something different now
You wanna break up just to fix it now
Oh, baby

You said it was over
You said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
You said it was over (it’s over)
You said it was over (it’s over)
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah
You said it was over, you said it was over
But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah

Uh
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big old ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
How that shit fit on a toilet seat
And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
(Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
U-haul truck
Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
I get high off the money that’s star bucks
Yea, that’s star bucks
I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
I slide in like a parking lot
I get, I get, pussy a lot

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money

What I’mma do, keep getting this money
And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
Made a movie, we shot it in France
I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
Brunch on the sand
Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
Earrings, band
New watches, bananas
Banana in pajamas
The cock is banana (Panda panda)
I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
I got broads in Havana
I got broads on Lufthansa
The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
Sabotage
And that Cartier say it’s savage time
Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
Yea bitch, I’m the shit
Me and your nigga we opposite
I can make you famous I need five percent
I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
Nigga with money