You know I'm Just tired of these motherfuckers now And I tried to (Just say where you going) You know I'm Just tired of these motherfuckers now And I tried I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up Look at my B from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feelin' on a private jet New Birkin on this b, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil b I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more, ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Yeah, shawty get nasty You cannot pass me Ice on my body Futuro é Bentley Hunnid I'm stackin Like curry I'm Ballin Trappin like the 80's Mom sorry I'm Vapin' Shawty keeps talkin' in body language Fangs so wet, just blew my load so crazy Take off the top and now she call me sweetie I'm just 20 and my life it's brazy Look at my B from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feelin' on a private jet New Birkin on this b, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil b I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more, ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh Put it in my bag some more, ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh Alexander in a days All my phones got a chance All my fucks in my vein All my b gotta trade I can never waste Smoke, drink issa samething Alligator for my waist Damn b what's your name Took at my pants, my pants That b gon' flex on me for real A couple of bottles in my stomach Hit that lotta coochies it's for real I ain't got no trick, I ain't got no breaks Focus on my drip You want fuck with my pistol Get my pistol sounds like that Look at my B from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feelin' on a private jet New Birkin on this b, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil b I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more, ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh Put it in my bag some more, ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh