Lyrics Mobile - Seekay

I fuck on that bitch at the BNB
I'm asking that bitch what she see in me
Run up the money I do it illegally
Run up the racks whatever it need to be
Cop the Giuseppe the ones with the zipper
Texting that hoe that don't mean that I miss her
Stuffing the cookies and cream in the swisher
Rocking Vilano i'm clean in the picture
Get sick of these bitches I need new additions
Walk in the spot with the pack and I flip it
Walking around with a bag of them benji's
Walk into Barney's and drop it on plenty
I'm in the party i'm booted off Henny
This not a Rari my engine a Hemi
I'm sipping Bacardi cause thats what the white bitches got me
They get to the topping, in Balenciaga
I'm smoking exotics that stink up the house
I'm sipping on something I cannot pronounce
The women around me ain't rocking no blouse
Its going down
I get the bag and I fuck it up now
I hit up my brother he trapping a pound
Serving the pack i'm supplying the town
Working her back she busting it down
I got them racks i'm walking around
In a Gucci sweater yellow and brown
Get her coochie wetter off of my sound
I hit from the back and i'm moving around
Hop out the back with the stick and go scotty
I got a new whip you know I just bought it
Got a new bitch she ride like a Harley
I'm smoking a zip not popping a molly
She taking a pic I tell her get off me
Breaking the wrist i'm catching a body
I walk out the store with a new sweater on me
She texting me later saying she saw me
That bitch gon' fuck on my bro
Walking in Gucci with nothing to blow
Roll up a loosie i'm puffing on smoke
Pour up a deuce i'm feeling alone
Rocking Agape not rocking Vlone
Shooters around me no i'm not alone
Uber to shorty she giving me dome
2 for the party i'm popping them both
Popping them both
Doing the most
I took a perky i'm starting to float
I'm in that big body it look like a boat
I'm riding with shorty she good for her throat
I'm driving to pickup the load
My diamonds they shine and they making me cold
I told that bitch that I cant be controlled
Run up on me you get blammed with the pole
I'm in LA and i'm smoking that stank
I roll on a tray and I go to the bank
Give a fuck what he say he could never relate
I'm smoking so much I forgot my whole day
I'm calling the play but this ain't Filay
Get hit with the semi or hit with the K
I'm drunk off the Remy I bust on her face
I pull out the Hemi then I do the race