(Why you at the mall boy?)
(You ain't gonna ball boy)
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
I'm talking about pussy, I'm talking about cat
I'm popping vagina
I dropped out of class
My paper too massive, I might need a binder
I might need a binder
So let's go to Bottega
I put Intreccio on my wallet and hit a gold digger
She used to dance, she done with that
The life didn't suit her
She f*ck with the fashion
Gave me a glance, she love Adeuxla
Now she my attachment
Put her on Raf and E like Kardashians
She packed all her bags
Now she doing tats right here in Los Angeles
Ride in the GLS, baby
So please close the curtain when we boutta smash
Shawty just took off her brain
And she going too crazy
Shit, we boutta crash
500 bucks on the earrings
20 bands on the appearance
If you had guap like this
You wouldn't be talking shit shopping in clearance
I might need codeine to sleep
I don't want a lean belly
I woke up and I started running the packs
And pushing the weight overseas
I can't even say I don't stress
I need it to chase the checks
I did a whole ounce
So I bought a pound and started to flip the rest
I'm boutta roll up a whole lot of weed
Even though I got bad lungs from the reefer
I'm out in Rosarito making cheese
I just sold a pack, they send it for me
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
I'm boutta go pop designer
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
Kiminori, shawty, I rock it with Maurizio
She rock Galliano Christian Dior
Shawty got a body like she from Hong Kong
I been on molly, I sing the song wrong
I'm on the top floor eating wontons
It's Captain A, no, it ain't John Long
Pirate gang take out the brain, I came with Mizaan
Adeuxla a money machine, I like to pop shit
Pop shit
We boutta go to the whore house, pop shit
Savvy?
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(Why you at the mall boy?)
(You ain't gonna ball boy)
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
I'm talking about pussy, I'm talking about cat
I'm popping vagina
I dropped out of class
My paper too massive, I might need a binder
I might need a binder
So let's go to Bottega
I put Intreccio on my wallet and hit a gold digger
She used to dance, she done with that
The life didn't suit her
She f*ck with the fashion
Gave me a glance, she love Adeuxla
Now she my attachment
Put her on Raf and E like Kardashians
She packed all her bags
Now she doing tats right here in Los Angeles
Ride in the GLS, baby
So please close the curtain when we boutta smash
Shawty just took off her brain
And she going too crazy
Shit, we boutta crash
500 bucks on the earrings
20 bands on the appearance
If you had guap like this
You wouldn't be talking shit shopping in clearance
I might need codeine to sleep
I don't want a lean belly
I woke up and I started running the packs
And pushing the weight overseas
I can't even say I don't stress
I need it to chase the checks
I did a whole ounce
So I bought a pound and started to flip the rest
I'm boutta roll up a whole lot of weed
Even though I got bad lungs from the reefer
I'm out in Rosarito making cheese
I just sold a pack, they send it for me
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
I'm boutta go pop designer
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
Kiminori, shawty, I rock it with Maurizio
She rock Galliano Christian Dior
Shawty got a body like she from Hong Kong
I been on molly, I sing the song wrong
I'm on the top floor eating wontons
It's Captain A, no, it ain't John Long
Pirate gang take out the brain, I came with Mizaan
Adeuxla a money machine, I like to pop shit
Pop shit
We boutta go to the whore house, pop shit
Savvy?
(You ain't gonna ball boy)
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
I'm talking about pussy, I'm talking about cat
I'm popping vagina
I dropped out of class
My paper too massive, I might need a binder
I might need a binder
So let's go to Bottega
I put Intreccio on my wallet and hit a gold digger
She used to dance, she done with that
The life didn't suit her
She f*ck with the fashion
Gave me a glance, she love Adeuxla
Now she my attachment
Put her on Raf and E like Kardashians
She packed all her bags
Now she doing tats right here in Los Angeles
Ride in the GLS, baby
So please close the curtain when we boutta smash
Shawty just took off her brain
And she going too crazy
Shit, we boutta crash
500 bucks on the earrings
20 bands on the appearance
If you had guap like this
You wouldn't be talking shit shopping in clearance
I might need codeine to sleep
I don't want a lean belly
I woke up and I started running the packs
And pushing the weight overseas
I can't even say I don't stress
I need it to chase the checks
I did a whole ounce
So I bought a pound and started to flip the rest
I'm boutta roll up a whole lot of weed
Even though I got bad lungs from the reefer
I'm out in Rosarito making cheese
I just sold a pack, they send it for me
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
Adeuxla a money machine
I'm boutta go pop designer
Why you at the mall?
You ain't gonna pop shit
Talk shit, I like to pop shit
I'm talking about tags, I'm talking about bags
I'm talking about designer
I'm talking about tan
She used to pop Xan', don't even remind her
Kiminori, shawty, I rock it with Maurizio
She rock Galliano Christian Dior
Shawty got a body like she from Hong Kong
I been on molly, I sing the song wrong
I'm on the top floor eating wontons
It's Captain A, no, it ain't John Long
Pirate gang take out the brain, I came with Mizaan
Adeuxla a money machine, I like to pop shit
Pop shit
We boutta go to the whore house, pop shit
Savvy?
Writer: Avi Adeuxla
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid