Written lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, b*tch lemme guess you drunk?
In here dancing on me, you thick as f*ck
Yo Friend thick too, but it's not enough
His b*tch in my dm's so I guess it's up
If you ain't street
I can't do a song with you
n*ggas really broke
That's the first thing that's wrong with you
Buffs white as hell
Looking like a roll of tissue
I don't wanna f*ck
I'ma let lil' brodie hit you

[Verse 2:]
How them titties sit up like that? (How you do that?)
b*tch, why that ass so fat? (Why that ass so fat?)
Get on the pole
Ass naked, I'ma throw a rack
Get all them hoes you be with, tell em throw it back (C'mon)
If they ain't tryna f*ck everybody, they can lift back
I don't want yo chain, but you can get yo b*tch snatched (Cmere)
I got the blick
[?] got the blick me and my b*tch match

[Verse 3:]
Get on the motherf*cking floor with it
She staring at a n*gga, sliding up and down the pole with it
AR with me, I came through the front door with it
b*tch too rich, I can't let a broke hoe get me (Hell Nah)

[Verse 4:]
Say she want some ace of spades
I don't even drink, but it's on the way
I don't gotta flex, b*tch you know i'm paid
I don't do sh*t here
Catch me out the way

[Verse 5:]
Waiting on the zip, Busting [?}-pops
Poured a whole pint of acorn and i'm still alive
She say when I f*ck her from the back, I make her feel alive
I'ma make this b*tch c*m a thousand times
I think n*ggas ran out of money
That's why they ain't throwing sh*t
If I don't buy this b*tch what she want, she gone throw a fit
If she don't buy me what I want she get b-side b*tch
Got a bag
My west side b*tch so bad, this b*tch a demon
My b*tch from Toronto look like I just took her out the freezer
The only way my foreign b*tch here cause she got a visa
Put yo best picture on a shirt, I just need a reason (I just need a reason)
[Verse 6:]
I just dog walked this bad b*tch, she say she from England
I don't know if this the same thing as the United Kingdom
All I know is this Burberry make me feel like i'm from Britain

[Hook:]
I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written
Play by the rules, don't get lost
It's really pimpin'
I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
Now I'm dropping zips of the dog inside the blender

I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written
Play by the rules, don't get lost
It's really pimpin'
I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
Now I'm dropping zips of the dog inside the blender