Did That lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah
b*tch, I ride 'round like a lick, yeah (b*tch, I ride 'round like a lick)
My n*gga ready to hit
You might get knocked down just like a pin
She want my number and she want my PIN (Ha)
b*tch, you ain't gettin' a thing (b*tch, you ain't gettin' a thing)
Told her I'm done with events (Huh)
Then I went did it again (Oh yeah, oh yeah, let's go)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it don't make sense how I'm rich
It don't make sense that these n*ggas want war 'bout a b*tch, boy, you a b*tch
I got a vibe in the telly and she wanna eat, she gonna feast
Pour up a deuce in the liter
She wan' f*ck on me 'cause I'm rich
I can't feel though, I don't need her
Prada on my ass (What?), f*ck Evisu
Oh, your partner said what? We gon' see 'em (Ha)
Takin' all these meds, why? 'Cause I need 'em (Let's go)
Yeah, .45 hit your leg, b*tch
Left that ho on read, b*tch
Partner finna crash out, I'm like, "Just chill, twin"
Think you finna run, I'm on your trail, twin (Ha)
Most of my n*ggas commit sins (For real, turn me up)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, come see your partner get whacked, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, she wanna f*ck on my ad-lib
Yeah, yeah, backin' op O's of mad zips (Back it up, back it up)
I was just broke, back then
(I was just broke, now I'm rich, f*ck-n*gga, let's go)

[Refrain]
Yeah, twenty on clothes, I did that
Goyard bag, I did that (Goyard)
New AP, I did that
Chrome Hearts glasses, did that
Posted up at your kickback
Slap it on your b*tch ass
You say some, get your sh*t smacked
You don't wanna get— (Pfft), smacked (Smacked, let's go, b*tch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah
b*tch, I ride 'round like a lick, yeah (b*tch, I ride 'round like a lick)
My n*gga ready to hit
You might get knocked down just like a pin
She want my number and she want my PIN (Ha)
b*tch, you ain't gettin' a thing (b*tch, you ain't gettin' a thing)
Told her I'm done with events (Huh)
Then I went did it again (Oh yeah, oh yeah, let's go)