Take Her Phone! lyrics

[Intro]
(Man, f*ck all that bullsh*t, n*gga, I'm still outside)
Already up three M this year, n*gga (Already up three)
Tell them n*ggas I said f*ck 'em (f*ck 'em)
And f*ck that ho too, yeah (b*tch, f*ck it, t-hahaha)
She don't like it, but then it's f*ck it
f*ck how you feel (f*ck how you feel, n*gga, haha)
(b*tch-ass n*ggas, y'all tryna start playin' God, pus*y)
Oh man, this sh*t too f*cking easy, this sh*t like, this sh*t not even fair, this sh*t too easy (Ha, b*tch, I'm on your ass, you better watch out)
(Told them n*ggas, "Catch up," t-ha, ain't never gon' catch up, n*gga)
Thought it was over? I'ma show you

[Verse]
Ha, already up three M this year and all my diamonds reflective, huh
He started the year off broke again, I guess his pockets defective
T-ha, this n*gga's out here tryna say, "I got you," I gotta keep some protection
T-ha, you worried 'bout what's inside my pockets, worry 'bout your own blessing
I'm a man, I stand on my own two feet, no, we is not the same
Ha, one of my hoes actin' dumb on the internet, baby, you never was mine
T-ha, I'm finna go take this b*tch phone, man, some things never gon' change
Ha, real rich n*ggas don't carry no coins, so what make you think you a dime?
T-ha, finally, I'm richer than a b*tch, t-ha, my n*ggas richer than a b*tch
Ha, your mama raisin' a b*tch, mama was raisin' a soldier
I know my brothers watchin' my 6, the engine, it came with like six
Not to mention the twin-turbo kit, ha, the f*ck I look like pullin' over?
n*gga, I'm rich, you broke, the f*ck is you comfortable for? Nah, that sh*t fishy
b*tch gon' call me a bop, but she just want hook and I ain't never went fishin'
Bae asked me, "Who is this?" I told her, "Don't trip, it's just one of my old b*tches"
Soon as I'm done with the ho, oh yeah, she chips, the ones that you don't even finish
Molly, this sh*t top-notch
Penthouse, that's the hotspot
My b*tch, she want drop-tops
My n*ggas want dropped opps
Oh, you want your b*tch back? How much do you got, got?
My designer mismatched, but this ain't no Oshkosh
I got the type of pape', I could f*ck Ash Kaash and Rubi in the back of the Wraith
My n*gga hungry for bodies, he rollin' up molly, so you better stay out the way
We could go body for body, this sh*t like a hobby, got plenty of killers to pay
I got your face, you and your partners, now when I come find you, let's see what them n*ggas gon' say