Few Times lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus]
Huh, I’m 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I’m f*ckin' this b*tch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (Poppin' this sh*t since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (And I been poppin’ this sh*t since high school)
And I been poppin’ this sh*t since high school (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
One-fifty, two hundred (Yeah)
Two-fifty, three hundred (Yeah)
Four-fifty (Ah), five hundred, uh, uh
Five-fifty, six hundred, huh, uh (Blick, blick)
I'ma take the b*tch out, yeah
Yeah, my n*ggas got cash, hold up
All of my n*ggas got bags, make ’em spеnd them racks, hold up
I ain't been to Saks in a minute
Hol' up, me and my n*ggas got cash, wе be spendin'
Hol’ up, all this ice on my neck gon' make 'em throw up, he gon' pass out
All these hoes on my di*k, they suckin' my di*k 'til she pass out
We don't give a f*ck 'bout sh*t young n*gga, got smoke? We gon' air it out
Yeah, hold up, yeah, shawty gon' air it out
We don't give a f*ck 'bout a bih'
n*gga gon' hit in the street
n*gga get hit with the di*k, with the meat
n*gga get hit, yeah, n*gga get hit with a motherf*ckin' blick
n*gga get hit, yeah
I'm gon' kill these b*tches right dead in the sheet
n*gga get hit, yeah
pus*y-ass n*gga wanna be like me, hold up
Speak guapanese, this Chinese, hold up
Shawty wanna f*ck on me, she tryna try me up
I'm gonna f*ck up the buildin'
I'm 'bout to get on the j—
[Chorus]
Huh, I'm 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (Poppin' this sh*t since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school)
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school

[Verse 2]
Too much on me, too much diamonds
Cash money, big tummy
Cop Hermes, big money
We got racks, these real racks
My real flag, throw it up, yeah
I can't lack, we can't lack
In the Mack, yeah, keep a MAC
Keep a MAC, keep a MAC
No internet, f*ck the check
We gon' hit 'em, we don't miss
Arm and leg, f*ck these hoes, we count cash
All of my boys gon' eat, yeah
All of my n*ggas get geeked, yeah
All of these hoes they weak, hold up
Shawty get f*cked to sleep, hold up
All of these n*ggas is peep, uh
All this swag, R.I.P. Peep, he had the swag
Uh, we are not playin' around all these sticks, we not playin'
When I pull up with that stick these n*ggas start prayin'
f*ck what you sayin', lil' n*gga, uh, my n*ggas not playin', lil' n*gga
Pull up
[Chorus]
Huh, I'm 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (Poppin' this sh*t since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school (And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school)
And I been poppin' this sh*t since high school