Saks Wit A Strap lyrics

[Intro]
MIA JAY C
Yeah, yeah, come on man (You cut up on this one, JAY C)
This sh*t getting too easy
It ain't on me, it's in me man, come on
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hol' on
I'm in Saks wit' a strap and a loaf on me
n*ggas wasn't there when I was broke, I was so lonely
And I don't do no new friends, these all lil' homies
Everywhere I f*cking go, I got a pole on me
I'm in the booth with a strap on me right now
b*tch you see the bezle on my wrist how you like me now?
Too many hundreds in my jeans, I can't even count
How the f*ck you got a BBL and I ain't seen it bounce?

[Verse]
I was getting cold outside I brought my heater out
'Member I was broke, my bank account it got me cheesin' now
Hella n*ggas double backing for that feature now
Mack b*tch bad like Rubi Rose and we eatin' out
Like don't be freakin' out, perkie got me tweakin' out
Damn, b*tch, you pretty in the face, can I eat you out?
I don't wanna hear that talking, put it in your mouth
Remember I ain't had sh*t, I had to figure it out
n*ggas hated on me 'cause they knew that I was him
Took like 30 bands and threw that sh*t up in the wind
I got hundred shots anytime we in the Benz
b*tch, all I got is me, I don't do no friends
n*gga I was born with it
Quick to cut a rat off 'cause we don't condone snitching
n*gga said he giving smoke, tell him ‘b*tch, come on with it’
b*tch, I'm my own man, don't look up to no n*gga, I ain't lying
Keep it on me, I can't be like all these other n*ggas dying
Police asking hella questions, better know how to keep quiet
I put a switch up on the Glockie and a silencer
Pressing buttons in the Lamborghini, I'm like how this work?
Turn this b*tch into a nasty b*tch, I taught her how to squirt
Cashapped her five thousand, told her she ain't got work
Couple groupie b*tches getting naked at my concert
I popped the perkie, turned to a monster
I don’ poured up in so many sprites, I need a sponsor
Came a long way from ramen noodles, chimichangas
Since a youngin', I been 'bout a buck like Giannis
b*tch, you know that ain't yo' real butt, let's be honest
She said she gon’ let me f*ck, baby, promise
She so insecure, she going through all of my comments
b*tch, I been having money
And that's without a deal
I'm cold-hearted, I don't give a f*ck 'bout how you feel
[Chorus]
Hol' on
I'm in Saks wit' a strap and a loaf on me
n*ggas wasn't there when I was broke, I was so lonely
And I don't do no new friends, these all lil' homies
Everywhere I f*cking go, I got a pole on me
I'm in the booth with a strap on me right now
b*tch, you see the bezle on my wrist how you like me now?
Too many hundreds in my jeans, I can't even count
How the f*ck you got a BBL and I ain't seen it bounce?