Lyrics:
and don't promise
If you ain't with it now then don't call us
We gon be dealin wit GOAT problems
GOAT problems
GOAT problems
GOAT problems
We gon be dealin
there like cha-cha (skrr)
Broski done the dirt, then flew Mecca (muh)
How you leave your Bruce like Kris Jenner?
Yeah, take a left no indicator (muh)
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
block out
New coupe, slide by, she see it's litta on our side
I was down bad, look at me now
Louis V steppin' and my bitch is double C down
Man, back then
news on soprano scene - first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold gossip's worth its weight in gold ...
What a way to run
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
Yuh, yuh, uh
Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora
I don't really fuck with no (yo)
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang,
don’t bother 
Bad b*tch from my alma mater
Gimmie head in my tinted charter
Wasn’t hearing me back then
Now it’s Louis luggage top of Louis luggage
cuticles
Life was so ugly but now it look beautiful
Watch when we movin' through (movin' through)
Them niggas retarded, don't know what they'll do to you
Louis, Fendi, Prada all up in my closet
Rocking "Obese Pockets" 'cause I know that I got drip now
Got the coldest flows and coldest bars in my own
your weekend get
Della Reese I'm beasting shit
Now shut up ho and eat this dick
Call your friends and we can get
A Ménage just like Nicki is
Baby by me
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Pink diamonds, iced out, Lamborghini, rose gold,
Louis belt, matching glasses, moncler puffer, ice cold,
Said you want the secret to this life, but
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Came from the bottom now it look like i hit a lick
I pop my collar take a look at my Louis fit
If it's all about a check then I'm bout that
Her nails
(yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (racks, bitch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in
done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
And they still ain't ready yet
fall, then we bomb
Everything is on, till I say it's off
Double R, B with the wings
Then I'm taking off
You niggas got audacity
Cut you off, now you only
I set it off now this bitch about to jump
Kid in the booth eating beats up for lunch
Love stacks of cash so I grabbed them by the bunch
Now we
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