[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
(Exit made this)
[Chorus]
I just want the Bach, peanut butter drop
Runnin' to some billions before I f*ckin' see my plot
Ridin' through the city with the roof cut off 'cause, damn, I'm hot
She gon' give me top, give me top, give me top on the road
[Verse 1]
Big bands'll open up a lot of doors (Yeah)
Big bands make 'em salute me like a commodore (It's lit)
(Yeah) I'm Barbosa at the bar toastin'
Like a star roasted off a lot of loud
Broke haters, (Uh, yeah) they are not allowed
In my radius, haters ask why I'm sayin' this
It should be obvious, obviously I'm on stunt mode
Flexin' like a muscle freak, I could make a pus*y leak
Like bad plumbin', I'm mad dumbin', still fast thumbin'
Through blue Benz 'cause, trust me, ballin' cost a lot of guap
Yeah, so I need a lot more, a lot more
I'm talking ya-ya by the boat load, by the boat load
[Verse 2]
Whatever you're talking is so-so
Not ridin' unless it's on low pros
It's hard to believe that your popping
You're looking so stupid, so stop it, you bozos
Let me show you, yeah
What's for real for once
All these motherf*ckers lyin'
Is this a mattress store?
Have ya'll gone bat sh*t crazy
My glass on hazy
Pints got me talkin' reckless
Can you afford to just take a sip?
Riddle this, riddle this, riddle me that
What's a stack, like five minutes?
Like, no gimmicks in Hong Kong
Dollars fallin', while she shakin' her ass to "The Thong Song"
Blanco Don got me feelin' like I'm Don Juan
In a suite with a freak
pus*y sweet, mattress yeet
Zonin' for a week
Poppin' pillies like its all I eat
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been on a roll, poppin' E to the sunrise
She just wanna go, take me home, ride me so right
Who am I to stop her? She knows just how to pop it
And when she ride me good, she ride me good just like a Harley
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just want the Bach, peanut butter drop
Runnin' to some billions before I f*ckin' see my plot
Ridin' through the city with the roof cut off 'cause, damn, I'm hot
She gon' give me top, give me top, give me top on the road