On Some sh*t Like That lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm
All facts, yeah
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
Yep
Y'all n*ggas'll see a n*gga with some money man
Call a n*gga big brother, man, n*ggas is di*k-suckers
n*ggas grown ass di*k suckers
Need to get some sh*t together
Yeah
Huh

[Verse]
Yeah, I don't pay for pus*y, get asked for the free (For the free)
Huh, weak b*tch, please, bad b*tch, Meech
I just spent one-fifty, man, this Patek clean
Huh, to be exact, one-fifty-three (One-fifty-three)
Paint a n*gga shirt red from a white tee (That's crazy)
Off-White Jordans, I'm a hype beast (That's crazy)
Tell that b*tch I f*cked her friends even though shе might see
This b*tch went and f*cked my man, she just likе me
I been f*cking with that snow, it got me icy
Choppin' up sh*t, I'm just like Lee
They like, "Tay you steppin' out in Gucci" Man, b*tch, I might be
Young rich n*gga with a bag so they like me
Wonder if I ever go to jail, will they write me?
Put my hoes in Coco Chanel like I'm Ice-T
Got the best head in my life from a Pisces
Can't f*ck a b*tch that's boring, I like b*tches real triflin'
(Hm) Hmm
I can't f*ck a b*tch that's boring, I like b*tches real triflin'
Yeah
I like b*tches real nasty, could give a f*ck if you classy
You ain't f*ck me in the trap then you can't f*ck me in the mansion
If you ain't pull up on Ashton, you can't come to Calabasas
It's 'bout who have it the longest, not who get it the fastest
You f*ck b*tches and love 'em, I f*ck b*tches and pass 'em, yeah (f*ck on)
Huh, yeah
On some sh*t like that
I just f*cked her, I ain't know this was yo' b*tch like that (Damn)
That sh*t look good, I ain't know you was that thick like that (Oh damn)
What you bought that ass? How it get like that? (How it get like that?)
I buy every b*tch a bag 'cause I'm rich like that
I got friends f*cking friends, yeah, it get like that
Yeah, sh*t be fun and games 'til yo' clique get whacked
You be thinkin' you the man 'til yo' b*tch get snatched
Tellin' all them gangster stories, man, that sh*t be cap
What n*gga you smacked? What n*gga you clapped?
You be all on the internet, postin' all subliminal
I hope you know that one day we gon' run into you
Bad b*tch, see-through shirt, titties visible
You puttin' up with a broke n*gga, living miserable
She got seven b*tches in her clique, yeah, I hit a few
She was calling me her best friend but I hit it too