Sosho!
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
Had some homies turn phony but we seen it comin'
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
We keep all the hundreds, bitch we keep 'em comin'
Why they talkin' tough and bro gon' bring the drum in
I just ship it by the mail, the pack, it keep on comin'
Call up Big So and you know he runnin'
All these niggas really talkin' but they do not want it
Lil So iced out, cuban, wipe me down
Bitch I'm steppin' in Givenchy, my kick game on kung low
And when I come through they convinced that they could bite on my style
Tell a bitch like bite down, go [?], it's lights out
Bitch!
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
Had some homies turn phony but we seen it comin'
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
We keep all the hundreds, bitch we keep 'em comin'
Ay, I heard your shit fugazi, Renz ain't never been lazy
All white Benz, Mercedes, short film, got a clip
For any muhfucker look at me crazy, Lil' boy better stop playin'
Lil' boy better start prayin', Lil So gonna start sprayin'
TFK in London, TFK in Paris
Shout out DJ Ferris, gang stay on the playlist
We so underrated, don't get it twisted baby
Got my kicks from Nike, your man got his from payless
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
Had some homies turn phony but we seen it comin'
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
We keep all the hundreds, bitch we keep 'em comin'
I just dropped a couple thousand dollars on my wrist, ay
I just came up on a couple thousand on a lick, ay
We just flew the private, stopped at London on a sick day
Four Seasons, get a rubdown by the baddest foreign chick, ay uh
Lil baby, she gettin' attached to me
These Virgil, they cost 'bout a rack a piece
Be honest, I don't really rap for free
I need all the cheddar like mac and cheese
Y'all niggas so doodoo, y'all ass to me
Y'all 59/50, y'all cap to me
I get to the bag and I pass to Lee
Relay it to Renz, it's like track to me
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
Had some homies turn phony but we seen it comin'
I'm in London with a chick who love me
Say they gettin' to the money, we ain't seeing nothin'
While they frontin' we keep all the hundreds
We keep all the hundreds, bitch we keep 'em comin'
