Athena (Studio Session Edit) lyrics

[Intro]
(I was on the phone with Pi'erre, [?])
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Double, Styrofoam, double cup
Double cup, yeah, hold up
Uh, double cup love
Shawty wanna f*ck, drugs, yeah
Double cup love, yeah
Shawty wanna f*ck my drugs, yeah
I’m in love, I'm in love with drugs, yeah ([?])
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[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she f*cked 'em up while I f*cked the b*tch
Got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this di*k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f*cks ’bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
Balmain jeans, she f*cked 'em up while I f*cked the b*tch
Got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this di*k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f*cks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
I was in the trap with my pants up
I just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
I just left the spot with some dancers
[Verse 1]
I can't f*ck these hoes forever (Yeah), yeah
I gotta get this money, I'm too clever (Hold up, hold up)
All white Dior sweater, uh (Yeah)
I'ma pull up, yeah, change the weather (Yeah)
Shawty gon’ f*ck on me ’cause n*gga got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spendin’ no cash on no thot
I don't trust these b*tches, don't plot
Your b*tch get smoked like an opp
Give a f*ck 'bout none of these cops
I’ma shoot at a motherf*cking cop
I'ma shoot 'til the motherf*cker drop
I'ma pour up the motherf*cking drop
Got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she f*cked 'em up while I f*cked the b*tch
Got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this di*k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f*cks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
Balmain jeans, she f*cked 'em up while I f*cked the b*tch
Got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this di*k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f*cks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I just hit this b*tch, she f*cked my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money, so we 'bout to f*ck the streets up
We don't give no f*ck, yeah, my n*ggas, they stay geeked up
I just hit this b*tch, she f*cked my Balmain jeans up
I got two .9s, I f*cked two hoes
'Cause I'm too fine, I got hoes, yeah
After hoes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah
I change clothes, yeah, different clothes, yeah
Different tastes, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
Nut in her face, yeah, bad b*tch got a case, yeah
But I wanted to give it to her, but I can't give her all, yeah
So I can see this b*tch, oh, yeah, I can't even start with you
Trap, but you need trap-trap-trap, they like crack money
I got crack money, I got J's, I got crack junkies
We got money comin', we got blunts, we keep blunt-smoking
We f*ck hoes, homie, hold up, yeah, we f*ck hoes, homie

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she f*cked 'em up while I f*cked the b*tch
Got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this di*k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f*cks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
I was in the trap with my pants up
I just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
I just left the spot with some dancers
[Outro]
[?] ([?])
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