On My Waist lyrics

[Intro: Warhol.SS, Famous Dex & Young Maylay]
Please sir I'm just a young man tryna get ahead in life
See all my n*ggas tryna stack some (Yeah what?)
Do I look like a street criminal sir?
No I just wanna f*ck yo' b*tch you feel me?
Yeah
Yeah what, yeah what?
What, what?
De-, De-, Dexter, like what?
Yeah, what?
Dexter
Dexter
Woah, yeah (Yeah)
Let me go b*tch
Oh man goddamn
Yeah


[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
Two pints in my tummy, Hi-tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild sh*t, just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex, but yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
.30 on my waist, pop it in his face
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, wild, smack him in his place
Put him in his place, .30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face (Uh Dexter, look)
[Verse: Famous Dex & Warhol.ss]
Money in her face, Goyard on my waist (What?)
Gucci on my body, can't f*ck with him he a snake
Get that money fast, count up like a race (I do)
Wait, yeah, I run to the cake
I run to the cake, I run to the guap
Need my money green, call that sh*t the guac
Yeah I'm countin' knots, and I'm with your ho
And she with the bros, yeah she want some more
Yeah she want some more, I pour me a four
Coolin' with your ho, can't trust him, kick in his door
Woah wait, yeah, wait
I kick in his door, never bein' broke
I got that money, never goin' broke
Boy this ain't no hustle, told your b*tch to look
Why you actin' shook? all these n*ggas crooks
All these n*ggas lame, smack him and I took his chain
Got your b*tch she gave me brain, why all these n*ggas want the fame?

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
Two pints in my tummy, Hi Tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild sh*t, just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex, but yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
.30 on my waist, pop it in his face
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, wild, smack him in his place
Put him in his place, .30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face