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[Intro]
(Cutta, we rich)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Got her own bag, yeah, I can f*ck with that
Hit her one time, she ain't comin' back
Yeah, drop a Perc di*k, I'm the best at that
Yeah, pin her legs back, let's have a wrestling match
b*tch, yeah, throw them f*ckin' racks up in the sky
Let him fart on all my freaks, she suck that di*k and she ain't shy
I been trickin' off, buying that b*tch, Chanel, eatin' lobster tail
We been stayin' at five-star hotels, shoppin' everywhere
Yeah, yeah, I heard it ain't trickin', if you got it
Love to trick off on my b*tch, she hеld it down, plus she solid
Love to put her up on gamе, when I slip up, she keep me polished
Eat that ass fresh out the shower, then we f*ck for a few hours, ayy
Love when she gets dressed, put that sh*t on, she too hard
I ain't trippin' baby, get whatever you want, here just take the card
Treat you like the first lady, have you walk around with a guard
f*ck them b*tches, just let 'em talk, her Chanel purse break they heart

[Chorus: Peezy]
Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She go to school, and she be dancing
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She hit the road and she be scamming
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
I buy her sh*t, she buy me sh*t too
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Every boss need a boss b*tch, yeah, I can f*ck with that
Pull this Gucci panties to the side, I like to f*ck like that
I can make a check when I dream, don't give a f*ck about rap
Every time I blink, ching-ching just made a couple bands
I'm not in a regular bag, this a duffle bag
I think my haters dating now, I made a couple mad
My exes in my Texas like I want they ass
I think my baby daddy born on St. Patty 'cause he a lucky man
Still got the upper hand I can f*ck with that
I got a hood pass and passport to match
First time he saw this ass, yeah he wanna cuff it
Put this ass on the plate, he gon' call it supper
Boss b*tch, uppin’ dog sh*t, you talk sh*t
Sea sick, lookin' at my chain, you nauseous
If my watch break, call a plumber, this b*tch a faucet
I'm not Drake, it's over for you hoes, I think I lost it

[Chorus: Peezy]
Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She go to school, and she be dancing
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
She hit the road and she be scamming
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
I buy her sh*t, she buy me sh*t too
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that
Yeah, I can f*ck with that