(Oooh baby)
(Oh sugar)
(I love you so)
(Never let me go)
(Ooooh)
(Yeah, ho)
(Baby)
Fresh off, fresh off the boat fresh in all white like a kilo of coke
These niggas is hoes, Chavo remix the dope
Your ho f*ck with me cause your pockets are broke (yeah)
Bum niggas a joke
Don't bring around your hoe
The end of the night I drop babies in throats.
I done poe'd up a foe, now I'm moving slow
Now me and your ho on the way out the door
Have her singing like (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Damn, damn, damn)
(Woo ooh)
(Goddamn, my nigga)
Fashion killer trend setter
Diamonds wet, pussy wetter
45s and Berettas, putting holes in your sweater
Cap Gold, bitch I'm next up (yeah)
Nigga been about the cheddar,
Remix it, David Guetta
She want to get it, I'mma let her
But my main bitch do it better
I make it rain no umbrella
She say she finna leave her mans (still)
Cause Cap Gold got them bands (still)
My nigga, I don't understand why these hoes get loose off of Xan and some grams
I'm flexing hard for the gram (white)
So ho niggas understand (what)
That I'm the man with the plan (what)
Might pop out the cut with a 40 for bands
Money dancing in the club (wooo)
Club live showing love (still)
Kevin Riley, TC Dun (what's up)
V.I.P. run it up
Bumping hit em in the limo
Bad bitches like ten hoes (like ten)
Hit the hoe then dismiss her
Chasing a check, cannot fall in love with you (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Woohoo hoo hoo)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Baby)
Cap Gold, bitch you know it's me (still)
Still posted on your TV screen
Baby girl I'm that nigga
I hang with the gangsters, finessing drug dealers
She say she want to be a star, riding around foreign car
Alexander to Givenchy, she want to get with me for Balmain and Fendi (shit)
I guess she heard I was a baller (still)
Texas nigga shot caller (woo)
150 for the Prada, Cap Gold just cashed out on some nigga's daughter
I'mma Gucci my collar
I dick her then dime her, but I'm not the father
Pull off in a Charger
Lil mama, I'm sorry, but I am not wifing
Lil Yachty, one nighting cause you hoes is trifling
Plus a nigga got a main (what)
She hold it down through the rain (still)
She love my gold teeth fangs
Houston, Texas Johnny Dang (shine)
I'm that nigga this year (yeah)
So bring that ass over here (yeah)
I'm in the vip so niggas hating
We eating my nigga so come get a plate
(Yeah)
(Woohoo)
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(Oooh baby)
(Oh sugar)
(I love you so)
(Never let me go)
(Ooooh)
(Yeah, ho)
(Baby)
Fresh off, fresh off the boat fresh in all white like a kilo of coke
These niggas is hoes, Chavo remix the dope
Your ho f*ck with me cause your pockets are broke (yeah)
Bum niggas a joke
Don't bring around your hoe
The end of the night I drop babies in throats.
I done poe'd up a foe, now I'm moving slow
Now me and your ho on the way out the door
Have her singing like (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Damn, damn, damn)
(Woo ooh)
(Goddamn, my nigga)
Fashion killer trend setter
Diamonds wet, pussy wetter
45s and Berettas, putting holes in your sweater
Cap Gold, bitch I'm next up (yeah)
Nigga been about the cheddar,
Remix it, David Guetta
She want to get it, I'mma let her
But my main bitch do it better
I make it rain no umbrella
She say she finna leave her mans (still)
Cause Cap Gold got them bands (still)
My nigga, I don't understand why these hoes get loose off of Xan and some grams
I'm flexing hard for the gram (white)
So ho niggas understand (what)
That I'm the man with the plan (what)
Might pop out the cut with a 40 for bands
Money dancing in the club (wooo)
Club live showing love (still)
Kevin Riley, TC Dun (what's up)
V.I.P. run it up
Bumping hit em in the limo
Bad bitches like ten hoes (like ten)
Hit the hoe then dismiss her
Chasing a check, cannot fall in love with you (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Woohoo hoo hoo)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Baby)
Cap Gold, bitch you know it's me (still)
Still posted on your TV screen
Baby girl I'm that nigga
I hang with the gangsters, finessing drug dealers
She say she want to be a star, riding around foreign car
Alexander to Givenchy, she want to get with me for Balmain and Fendi (shit)
I guess she heard I was a baller (still)
Texas nigga shot caller (woo)
150 for the Prada, Cap Gold just cashed out on some nigga's daughter
I'mma Gucci my collar
I dick her then dime her, but I'm not the father
Pull off in a Charger
Lil mama, I'm sorry, but I am not wifing
Lil Yachty, one nighting cause you hoes is trifling
Plus a nigga got a main (what)
She hold it down through the rain (still)
She love my gold teeth fangs
Houston, Texas Johnny Dang (shine)
I'm that nigga this year (yeah)
So bring that ass over here (yeah)
I'm in the vip so niggas hating
We eating my nigga so come get a plate
(Yeah)
(Woohoo)
(Oh sugar)
(I love you so)
(Never let me go)
(Ooooh)
(Yeah, ho)
(Baby)
Fresh off, fresh off the boat fresh in all white like a kilo of coke
These niggas is hoes, Chavo remix the dope
Your ho f*ck with me cause your pockets are broke (yeah)
Bum niggas a joke
Don't bring around your hoe
The end of the night I drop babies in throats.
I done poe'd up a foe, now I'm moving slow
Now me and your ho on the way out the door
Have her singing like (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Damn, damn, damn)
(Woo ooh)
(Goddamn, my nigga)
Fashion killer trend setter
Diamonds wet, pussy wetter
45s and Berettas, putting holes in your sweater
Cap Gold, bitch I'm next up (yeah)
Nigga been about the cheddar,
Remix it, David Guetta
She want to get it, I'mma let her
But my main bitch do it better
I make it rain no umbrella
She say she finna leave her mans (still)
Cause Cap Gold got them bands (still)
My nigga, I don't understand why these hoes get loose off of Xan and some grams
I'm flexing hard for the gram (white)
So ho niggas understand (what)
That I'm the man with the plan (what)
Might pop out the cut with a 40 for bands
Money dancing in the club (wooo)
Club live showing love (still)
Kevin Riley, TC Dun (what's up)
V.I.P. run it up
Bumping hit em in the limo
Bad bitches like ten hoes (like ten)
Hit the hoe then dismiss her
Chasing a check, cannot fall in love with you (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Woohoo hoo hoo)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Baby)
Cap Gold, bitch you know it's me (still)
Still posted on your TV screen
Baby girl I'm that nigga
I hang with the gangsters, finessing drug dealers
She say she want to be a star, riding around foreign car
Alexander to Givenchy, she want to get with me for Balmain and Fendi (shit)
I guess she heard I was a baller (still)
Texas nigga shot caller (woo)
150 for the Prada, Cap Gold just cashed out on some nigga's daughter
I'mma Gucci my collar
I dick her then dime her, but I'm not the father
Pull off in a Charger
Lil mama, I'm sorry, but I am not wifing
Lil Yachty, one nighting cause you hoes is trifling
Plus a nigga got a main (what)
She hold it down through the rain (still)
She love my gold teeth fangs
Houston, Texas Johnny Dang (shine)
I'm that nigga this year (yeah)
So bring that ass over here (yeah)
I'm in the vip so niggas hating
We eating my nigga so come get a plate
(Yeah)
(Woohoo)
Writer: Morgan Alcindor, Terrell Cortez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group