Atlanta lyrics

Man this that type of sh*t
You going to have to
You going to have to bust them blue hunnids out the wrapper
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Can't see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna f*ck on God
I had to leave because I thought I seen Popo
She said she want me to stay I said No no
We made a movie but we ain't got Go Pro
The way I been ballin I think I could go pro
She keep on stalking I blocked her on IG
Changed my location now she can not find me
Money and b*tches that’s all that’s besides me
Sign myself don’t need no n*gga to sign me
Hopped out the coupe then I posed for the camera
Can't f*ck a broke b*tch
I raised up my standards
f*cked with the waitress then f*cked with the dancer
I dropped them both now they throwing tantrums
She was in Memphis then moved to Atlanta
I heard she fell in love with the Scammers
Sniffed up the white that Tony Montana
Felt like her Momma ain't teach her no manners
[Verse]
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Can't see the crib but I can do it in the car