Iphone (Dark R&B) lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch (Yeah), b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
Yeah
I'm f*cked up man (Black Money World, kill that f*ckin' b*tch)
Yeah ([?])
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah (f*ck a b*tch)
Ah, ah, damn
b*tch, kill that f*ckin' b*tch
Kill that f*ckin' hoe, I'ma kill that f*ckin' b*tch
Kill that f*ckin' hoe, I'ma kill that f*ckin' b*tch (BMW, man)
Yeah (Let's go), yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
(I'm so gone)
Your b*tch wanna call my phone (Wanna call my- I'm so gone)
But damn I lost my phone (Damn I lost my- I'm so gone)
I'm so gone off the patron (So gone off the patr- I'm so gone)
And all these b*tches in my home (b*tches in my- I'm so gone)
Your b*tch wanna call my phone (Wanna call my- I'm so gone)
But damn I lost my phone (Damn I lost my- I'm so gone)
I'm so gone off the patron (So gone off the patr- I'm so gone)
And all these b*tches in my home (b*tches in my home)

[Verse]
[?] world got necks (Yeah)
Countin' hella f*ckin' checks (Uh-huh)
Money stretch long like some motherf*cking spandex (Let's go)
Xanax, popping beans (Yeah)
She on a banana bean (Yeah)
Rolling like a stone, in my home
Now she out them jeans (Let's go)
She a fiend (Uh) for it
Had the pus*y pouring (That's right)
Put her ass to work
After that I had a snoring (Uh-huh)
Gorgeous, mixed b*tch
Looking for some real sh*t (yeah)
Gotta count a million
f*ck how you feeling (Let's go)
Big boss living
Mafioso crib sh*t (Yeah)
Kingpin sipping gin
Maserati whipping (Uh-huh)
All black pimpin
n*gga, f*ck simpin (Uh-huh)
Max sh*t, money world
Big money spending (Yeah)
Benjamin flipping
Hundred dollar millions (Uh)
b*tch I ain't Obama
But I'm something to the children (Damn)
Get up bout your feelings
Yeah, you see me chillin? (Yeah)
b*tch I'm at the top
Throwing money to the ceiling (Damn)
[Chorus]
(I'm so gone)
Your b*tch wanna call my phone (Wanna call my- I'm so gone)
But damn I lost my phone (Damn I lost my- I'm so gone)
I'm so gone off the patron (So gone off the patr- I'm so gone)
And all these b*tches in my home (b*tches in my- I'm so gone)
Your b*tch wanna call my phone (Wanna call my- I'm so gone)
But damn I lost my phone (Damn I lost my- I'm so gone)
I'm so gone off the patron (So gone off the patr- I'm so gone)
And all these b*tches in my home (b*tches in my home)