323 (Outro) lyrics

[Verse]
Hop in that foreign, I'm hittin' a swish
n*ggas, they mad, they fell for a b*tch
Ain't talking 'bout money, ain't talkin' bout sh*t
Hittin' that ho and I told her to dip
Nut on her face, she lickin' her lips
Giuseppe shoe, need me no drip
Walk me to Saks, I'm at the [?]
Eatin' your plate, I'm takin' your sh*t
Seen as a b*tch, I ran with your ho
Pockets, they thick, they stretch out your bows
Walk down sh*t, my n*ggas ain't ho's
Too much cash, so she cannot fold
b*tch think she clean, she smell like commode
Mary Kay with me, I'm sellin' that cream
323, beneath foot, six
Pop perc, yeah, a n*gga been workin'
.223 turn a n*gga to Jushin
Creep through the window, make some adjustments
(Yeah, cash sh*t)