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[Intro]
Armani that sh*t stooie boy

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
These hundreds make b*tches do backflips
I'm still flexin' wit' my new on my last b*tch
Everytime I say something it's cash sh*t
f*ck around and make that cash flip
Tats on my body like a ese
Call Slimmy, let that TEC spray
I need chips ASAP
Had to cancel that b*tch like Backpage

[Post Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Keep it on me if you want it
Gleeky on me, thirty on it
She know T.O. that n*gga
And it's one up top, I don't know that n*gga
And I wish a n*gga would, bet he don't though
Big Glock, turn a rap n*gga to a no show
And I don't want ass I want cash flow
RBE, SOB that's the gang ho

[Verse 1: Handsome Harv]
I met a bad lil' b*tch, her ass was fat
But she ain't have no dough so I ain't even double back
Lil' Nino had the pole, seen that n*gga double back (Get 'em)
Broad day bounced out, left 'em where he's, left 'em where he's at
Ayy Park Chester where I'm at at (The Village)
Just knocked the b*tches set, you know I'm good off in Iraq
My n*gga got them packs, he just went up, you know he tax (For real?)
b*tch he just went up you know he tax
I'm 'bout stacks, b*tch I want them blue bills
My stock clap, f*ck yo' 30, I'll shoot still
Off two pills, mobbin' slappin' SOB
Getting' head off Anti in the 6 n*gga f*ck a suite
Backwood rollin' n*gga f*ck a Sweet
Backpage over ho, b*tch time to beat ya feet
Oh you active lil' n*gga? Betta keep the Gleek
Headshot accurate, they be touchin' cheeks
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
These hundreds make b*tches do backflips
I'm still flexin' wit' my new on my last b*tch
Everytime I say something it's cash sh*t
f*ck around and make that cash flip
Tats on my body like a ese
Call Slimmy, let that TEC spray
I need chips ASAP
Had to cancel that b*tch like Backpage

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
f*ck a broke b*tch
On my momma I can't love no b*tch
Ridin' 'round the V' wit' four Glocks so that's four sticks
Dome sh*t, yeah b*tch we really dome sh*t
20 bands, all blues, I swear I can't fold sh*t
Pull up, throw that mask on
And we bounce out
Every time we funk, guns up we don't back down
Blowin' on this dope, so much 'woods I done passed out
Take a n*gga b*tch, bend her over blow her back out
And f*ck being broke I need a meal ticket
'Til then, all them licks? Yeah, we still hittin'
Act' f*ckin' up my kidney's but I'm still sippin'
Never white flaggin', if it's funk then we still trippin'
If you in the field, catch these bullets like Randy
b*tches get it too, sendin' shots at ya bestie
Keep that stick on me, never let a n*gga test me
200 on the dash, AMG you can't catch me
b*tch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And these hundreds make b*tches do backflips
I'm still flexin' wit' my new on my last b*tch
Everytime I say something it's cash sh*t
f*ck around and make that cash flip
Tats on my body like a ese
Call Slimmy, let that TEC spray
I need chips ASAP
Had to cancel that b*tch like Backpage

[Verse 3: Handsome Harv]
I just met a, I just met a yoke lil' b*tch
Fine as f*ck, straight broke lil' b*tch
Showed my n*gga the picture, he said he broke the lil' b*tch
Her n*gga insecure probably chokin' her and sh*t
I just met a, I just met a yoke lil' b*tch
Fine as f*ck, straight broke lil' b*tch
Showed my n*gga the picture, he said he broke the lil' b*tch
Her n*gga insecure probably chokin' her and sh*t

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Tats on my body like a ese
Call Slimmy, let that TEC spray
I need chips ASAP
Had to cancel that b*tch like Backpage
f*ck around and make that cash flip