Текст песни Take Her Phone! - Autumn!

Ha-ha (T-ha)
(Man, fuck all that bullshit, nigga, I'm still outside)
Already up three M this year, nigga (Already up three)
Tell them niggas I said fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
And fuck that ho too, yeah (Bitch, fuck it, t-hahaha)
She don't like it, but then it's fuck it
Fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel, nigga, haha)

(Bitch-ass niggas, y'all tryna start playin' God, pussy)
Oh man, this shit too fucking easy, this shit like
This shit not even fair, this shit too easy
(Ha, bitch, I'm on your ass, you better watch out)
(Told them niggas, "Catch up," t-ha, ain't never gon' catch up, nigga)
Thought it was over? I'ma show you

Ha, already up three M this year
And all my diamonds reflective, huh
He started the year off broke again
I guess his pockets defective
T-ha, this nigga's out here tryna say
"I got you," I gotta keep some protection
T-ha, you worried 'bout what's inside my pockets
Worry 'bout your own blessing

I'm a man, I stand on my own two feet
No, we is not the same
Ha, one of my hoes actin' dumb on the internet
Baby, you never was mine
T-ha, I'm finna go take this bitch phone, man
Some things never gon' change
Ha, real rich niggas don't carry no coins
So what make you think you a dime?
T-ha, finally, I'm richer than a bitch

T-ha, my niggas richer than a bitch
Ha, your mama raisin' a bitch
My mom would've raised her a soldier
I know my brothers watchin'
My 6, the engine, it came with like six
Not to mention the twin-turbo kit
Ha, the fuck I look like pullin' over?
Nigga, I'm rich, you broke, the fuck is you comfortable for?

Nah, that shit fishy
Bitch gon' call me a bop
But she just want hook and I ain't never went fishin'
Bae asked me, "Who is this?"
I told her, "Don't trip, it's just one of my old bitches"
Soon as I'm done with the ho
Oh yeah, she chips, the ones that you don't even finish
Molly, this shit top-notch

Penthouse, that's the hotspot
My bitch, she want drop-tops
My niggas want dropped opps
Oh, you want your bitch back? How much do you got, got?
My designer mismatched, but this ain't no Oshkosh
I need a type of pill
I could fuck Ash Kaash and Rubi in the back of the Wraith
My nigga hungry for bodies

He rollin' up molly, so you better stay out the way
We could go body for body, this shit like a hobby
Got plenty of killers to pay
I got your face, you and your partners
Now when I come find you, let's see what them niggas gon' say