Fritos lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, what these n*ggas on, Soulja?)

[Chorus]
I got some old money, sitting at the bottom of my bag, looking like some Fritos
I got some more money, yeah I break this sh*t up like a Xan
I knew he big cap, big cap on him just like he Chance (Yeah, yeah)
Buck 'em with thirty bands, I'm hopping right out, Dorito (Yeah, yeah)
Lowkey bought my b*tch, her transparent top, I'm tryna see those (Yeah, yeah)
Fly to Florida, and hit up the O
Yeah, going on top of a Tahoe (Yeah, yeah)
Ridin’ with the chop, I'm with my hittas, yeah this time I'm in Ohio
Bro is a b*tch, he had the lo', but he did not slide on

[Verse]
I'm hangin' on tight to the K when it bust, yeah, just like a python (Krrr, yeah)
Your b*tch tryna let me f*ck, better keep your eyes on her (Yeah)
Stacking this money to the top, yeah, the ho say "Purr" (Yuh)
Buss the choppa in the air, I'ma almost pop me a bird (Bop)
Broke boy says he want beef, no I'm not concerned
Baby, I ain't gon' check your phone, no, I'm not that stern (Krrr)
'Cause if I catch you cheatin', I guess we all gon' learn, haha
Twelve say, "Do you know something?," I don't even know that term
I don't even speak no English
Young n*ggas hoppin out car, with that pole
You know they spray with aim glitch (Brrrt!)
Ion wanna hurt nobody no more, feel like I been too dangerous (Yeah)
Full body K, yeah, came with the straps
Yeah, I got this sh*t from Bangladesh (Bop!)
Talking that tough sh*t, but I know you cap
Yeah, we going to have to make amends (Bat, tat)
Up the pole on a pus*y n*gga like yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I'm tryna make him p*ss
Bro tryna rant 'bout me what is that? (Sss)
I ain't tryna make no diss
I'm gon' buy your b*tch a fat ass (Gimme), and just give her back
Like, "You're welcome"
Like, "You're welcome"
f*cking on ABG, said "I'm the Devil"
n*ggas say "Bye" to my choppa, why not a "Hello"?
She riding on the di*k like a pock
Crazy ass b*tch, Miss Crocker
Throw 'em both, clock on a topper (Throw 'em both)
Dumb n*gga, gave him a mark up
f*ck with my sis, yeah, he getting whacked up
Bands in the safe, yeah, keeping it locked up
Keep me a bad b*tch, she keep my c*ck up
Yeah, my molly water, it look like hot tub
[Outro]
Ayy, my molly water, it look like hot tub
Ayy, my molly water, it look like hot tub
My molly water, it look like hot tub
My molly water, it look like hot tub
Grahh, bee
Grr, bee, bee, bee
I got some old money sitting at the bottom of my bag, looking like some Fritos
Slide up on yuh, you gon' get dressed like some Doritos
Doritos