Tootsies lyrics

[Intro]
(Sonic goin' crazy)

[Chorus]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, b*tch, suck this di*k
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we f*ck it up and tear the roof off this b*tch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some sh*t
I want another house, I don't give a f*ck who bought this b*tch

[Verse 1]
Take some time, talk some sh*t, I ain't never lost a b*tch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as sh*t
Real rich n*gga, I can tell you how thеm flawless diamonds hit
Real shooter, aim at your mеdulla, I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach sh*t, you gotta be quick
Lil' n*gga think he litty, only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and sh*t
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' n*gga could talk and sh*t
I just spent a day at my location with a rich b*tch
They said the Yompton n*ggas couldn't do it and now we killin' sh*t
[Chorus]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, b*tch, suck this di*k
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we f*ck it up and tear the roof off this b*tch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some sh*t
I want another house, I don't give a f*ck who bought this b*tch

[Verse 2]
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin' I know you n*ggas can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these n*ggas, one handed
Global jet pass, I can never get stranded
Made my n*gga buss a shh on a shh-shh
I'm quick to hear a b*tch talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"
We got assassins makin' deal goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her, "Do one"
You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast sh*t
You told me that that b*tch exclusive, but I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy
Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet

[Chorus]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, b*tch, suck this di*k
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we f*ck it up and tear the roof off this b*tch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some sh*t
I want another house, I don't give a f*ck who bought this b*tch