Spicy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my b*tch nasty, hold on

[Verse]
Yeah, my b*tch nasty and she lovin' all my fashion
Yeah, my b*tch nasty, she love touchin' all my fabrics
Yeah, my b*tch crazy, I think she wan' have my baby
Take a trip to Haiti, I'm tryna spend that bread daily
They don't like Brennan Jones, but this what they made me
I'm just tryna get this money, yeah, f*ckin' pay me
My b*tch hooked to my di*k like crack in the '80s
Shout out my Black ladies, they tryna f*ck me nicely
Shout out my Black ladies, I love my hoes spicy
And shout out all my haters, they 'bout to get me rich
I couldn't give two sh*ts about that diss, that boy broke as a b*tch
And his ho all up on me, she been fiendin' for my di*k
I don't rock no Abercrombie, I don't rock no stupid Rick
b*tch, the sh*t that I got on me only real, exclusive drip
b*tch, the sh*t that I got on me, you could only source in my flicks
Yeah, huh, 'cause that sh*t one of one
I only f*ck that b*tch once, she's a one-and-done
And that ho gon' suck me 'til I c*m
I been f*ckin' on these rappers' b*tches just for fun
I already know he on that cappin' sh*t, b*tch, I'm not dumb
Yeah, I'm not gon' go for that