Lit Like Orlando Video (MV)

(Say it again)
(Hi, Oscar I miss you, you the best uncle ever)
(I mean, Listen)
Bad bitches turned out off a band though
Yeah I got em way too lit like Orlando
You mad cause ya' bitch on my dick
She a fan though
And you can tell her make a wish
Blow the candle
I got two side bitches and a main chick
But they both play the role like a main bitch
I told em both
"I can make a bitch famous"
Ain't got time for no excuses you can save it
I was raised in the hood
From the projects
You ain't coming up with me
But you can watch
And you already know I keep a band in my wallet
I told ya' nigga put his hand in my pocket
Champagne you cant afford by the poolside
Real pretty in the face and her teeth white
Acting boujee coming slow with the reply
Now she said she wanna chill i'm boutta deep dive
I ain't never had to deal with a fake hoe
Your taxes don't add up to my bank roll
I like peaches but I rather eat the cake though
And you can eat the dick like a egg roll
You can always catch me chillin' with the same bitch
We don't ever switch it
Stick with the same shit
I know they mad, kiss my ass
They so furious
They make me sick, suck my dick
Im so serious (Period)
You said you love me
You a clown, You a joke
Gimme the bottle cause im boutta drive the boat
Grab ya' ass imma put it in ya' throat
I would say call me Daddy but I like it when you choke
Bad bitches turned out off a band though
Yeah I got em way too lit like Orlando
You mad cause ya' bitch on my dick
She a fan though
And you can tell her make a wish
Blow the candle
I got two side bitches and a main chick
But they both play the role like a main bitch
I told em both
"I can make a bitch famous"
Ain't got time for no excuses you can save it
I was raised in the hood
From the projects
You ain't coming up with me
But you can watch it
And you already know I keep a band in my wallet
I told ya' nigga put his hand in my pocket
If a nigga ever try me he can get the back hand
Ask ya' bitch how I eat it now she call me PacMan
Bitches always throw me pussy you can call CatMan
So you know I beat it up call me RatatatatMan
I ain't come here to speak so don't talk about the sentence
I only do it for the bag so have my money at the entrance
Always talking shit only go as far as my mentions
My responses ain't free you gotta pay for my attention
I do it something like more like a cash whore
All my peoples gettin' paid but I get paid more
You banking all the taxes that's because you claimed four
The music made me coin the f*ck you thought I got paid for
(Bad bitches turned out off a band though)
(Got em way too lit like Orlando)