Lyrics: Ayy, uh (Hitmaka) Ayy Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it) Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it) Two bad bitches, might trick on it She gon' do a handstand, then split on it Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it) Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it Word to Trina, I'ma trick on it (woo) We ain't throwin' ones, throwin' bricks on it (yeah, yeah) Watchin' all the drip 'til she slip on it If that's your best friend tell her lick on it (yeah, yeah) Suck on it, touch on it, kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it Buss down, buss down, get your freak on Count it up, count it up, that's my theme song Is you fuckin' for the love or fuckin' these millions? I be tryna be a ho but I got feelings She a lil' freak, comin' for my head top Buss it down, gave me head like Jill Scott Shawty kept it a hunnid, never hit the switch on me Richard Millie on my arm, call me Rich Homie (woo) Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it) Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it) Two bad bitches, might trick on it (bad bitches) She gon' do a handstand, then split on it Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch) Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it Sit on it, bust on it, do a split, shit I'm a fool with this rich dick (no cap) What that mean? All the cool shit been here (yeah) Probably a seven, couple eighths, it's been ten since trendy Keep a redhead when it's windy (yeah) Beamin', caught him tryna steal, youngin', what's the deal? (Ayo) Crip say he got a six, I want all seals (pints) Trip lookin' for the fet, ayy, who this? (I dunno) Wrong number, bitch, I'm legit Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks Niggas trippin', finally movin' right, put the case behind me (done) .40 on the seat, put the Drac' behind me You on live still fuckin' fives I ain't squashin' shit 'til they die, bitch, right Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it) Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it) Two bad bitches, might trick on it (bad bitches) She gon' do a handstand, then split on it Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it) Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it Top ten list with your bitch on it (with your bitch) 'K-47 with the stick on it When you touch his pussy, you gon' spend on it Yeah, Kelly Rowland, we got a dilemma (yeah, yeah) Can I eat on it? Lick on it? Mmm, can I sleep on it? Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it Yeah, turn around touch my feet on it Yeah, real big baller and shot caller Came from the opps, then you know I don't want him Pistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser I know he be mad I be fuckin' on his bestie Do it so nasty, no, you can't pass me Eight, nine, ten, he be goin' like a taxi Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it) Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it) Two bad bitches, might trick on it (bad bitches) She gon' do a handstand, then split on it Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it) Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it
My life a movie the way they be acting She say that she like all my ad-libs This life I gotta appreciate Remember the time I ain't have this But when they see me in a mansion Tell me that they proud and they clapping AR, I had to demonstrate Honestly, I'm really just rapping On my 'Gram, I got fans and they love me On my 'Gram, I got haters, they hate me They say that, "This nigga a fucking nerd" Wonder why they seeing me lately Wonder why they bitch wanna date me Wonder why they cannot escape me Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth Don't fuck with you, I'm gon' fuck it up Getting records, I fuck with my bucks Say you want me, then you out of luck Baby girl, you out of luck Antisocial, never join the club Now your ho invite me to the club But you're sexy, don't want to try me Girl, nah, that ain't enough Can't fuck with you, I'm gon' fuck it up Getting records, I fuck with my bucks Say you want me, then you out of luck Baby girl, you out of luck Antisocial, never join the club Now your ho invite me to the club But you're sexy, don't want to try me Girl, nah, that ain't enough Swear life change quick Some niggas gotta keep that blick Can't control if you broke or born rich If you wanna situation, nigga, deal with it Ha, bitch, you ain't made that clear Nigga, see Lil' Tecca on the screen and click Rewind a few times on the flow real quick Finnessin' nigga, I was known for this You immature and I'm grown with it But it's Young Nigga World, kids so with it Niggas will accuse you, I know Just so they close when you blowin' shit They gon' gas you up regardless, don't care Trust, fuck your opinion, don't care what you hear It's Bape boy, it's BB Simons on my gear Your bitch spittin' game on me, hit from the rear Me goin' broke, in God what I fear Thank God she bless me, nigga, no luck And I'm on my grind like some muhfuckin' trucks I got the sauce, you can't touch, no My life a movie the way they be acting She say that she like all my ad-libs This life I gotta appreciate Remember the time I ain't have this But when they see me in a mansion Tell me that they proud and they clapping AR, I had to demonstrate Honestly, I'm really just rapping On my 'Gram, I got fans and they love me On my 'Gram, I got haters, they hate me They say that, "This nigga a fucking nerd" Wonder why they seeing me lately Wonder why they bitch wanna date me Wonder why they cannot escape me Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth Don't fuck with you, I'm gon' fuck it up Getting records, I fuck with my bucks Say you want me, then you out of luck Baby girl, you out of luck Antisocial, never join the club Now your ho invite me to the club But you're sexy, don't want to try me Girl, nah, that ain't enough Can't fuck with you, I'm gon' fuck it up Getting records, I fuck with my bucks Say you want me, then you out of luck Baby girl, you out of luck Antisocial, never join the club Now your ho invite me to the club But you're sexy, don't want to try me Girl, nah, that ain't enough
