BUTTONS lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah (Sun up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, what up, b*tch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
All my T-shirts cotton, b*tch
All these Glocks got buttons, b*tch
Uh, sweet codeine with sour sh*t
Sun up, blow that roof out, b*tch
Uh, ain't sh*t change when we got rich
Them young n*ggas tryna go shoot-out sh*t
I'm with a pill-poppin' b*tch
And I'm still robbin', b*tch, rockin', rockin'
And I'm still solid, b*tch
And I'm still countin', at this point, I should wild-out, b*tch
Bentley pull up, Batman type sh*t
She pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might, grr, off I dip

[Verse]
Uh, bad b*tch, unforgettable, thick as hell
Ms. Incredible, story tell, she a victim for L
I'm on my college professor with all of these racks in the motherf*ckin' bank (Yeah, yeah)
She on her get to the money and lie to these n*ggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' a skank (Yeah)
Get the f*ck out of my bubble, the b*tch kinda trouble, but I want it, hey (Hey)
Uh, she washed her face in the crib like the ho got a Hubble in there, so I'm running away
Run, and then jump to the money, I'm smokin' too much, but I'm tryna feel funny as f*ck
Yeah, I get too high on my own supply, I was never in sight, I was runnin' it up
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, what up, b*tch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
A-A-All my T-shirts cotton, b*tch
All these Glocks got buttons, b*tch
Uh, sweet codeine with sour sh*t
Sun up, blow that roof out, b*tch
Uh, ain't sh*t change when we got rich
Them young n*ggas tryna go shoot-out sh*t
I'm with a pill-poppin' b*tch
And I'm still robbin', b*tch, rockin', rockin'
And I'm still solid, b*tch
And I'm still countin', at this point, I should wild-out, b*tch
Bentley pull up, Batman type sh*t
She pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might, grr, off I dip
A-A-All my T-shirts cotton, b*tch
All these Glocks got buttons, b*tch
Uh, sweet codeine with sour sh*t
Sun up, blow that roof out, b*tch
Uh, ain't sh*t change when we got rich
Them young n*ggas tryna go shoot-out sh*t
I'm with a pill-poppin' b*tch
And I'm still robbin', b*tch, rockin', rockin'
And I'm still solid, b*tch
And I'm still countin', at this point, I should wild-out, b*tch
Bentley pull up, Batman type sh*t
She pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might, grr, off I dip