Purse lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi in this mother f*cker
Yeah (Haha) Uh-huh
Look

[Chorus]
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' b*tch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause she's tryna come to my home, yeah

[Verse]
Wonder what she finna do? There's no telling, no
Might just break her lil' back from this flexing though
Might just f*ck her then kick her out, next you know
I got money, these n*ggas can't touch the flow
I hate when n*ggas talk, but ain't doin' sh*t
If my bro got the Glock, then he shoot the sh*t
We don't f*ck 'round and cap like you new to this
b*tch, are you new to this? Uh
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Gave her work and told her, "Bring me the profit."
But be careful cause these n*ggas is watchin'
Once you made a couple bands, top me
These n*ggas hatin', ain't never gon' stop me
I guess you mad cause n*ggas is poppin'
I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but
She-she said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Aquafina, VVS on my watch
Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top
When you fly as f*ck, you n*ggas gon' hate
Why I always got a meal on my plate?
n*ggas starvin' but I get to the cake
b*tch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh
Anyways, I show 'em how to cook
n*ggas, I can read 'em like a book
n*ggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks
Dripped out, draped up, they shook
Yeah
She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the Target
Gave her work and told her, "Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these n*ggas is watchin', like
[Chorus]
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' b*tch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause she's tryna come to my home