Flu
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body
All this money in my pocket make hoes doe the nasty nasty
She got right to the topping, I'ma put her out probably
I was screamin' "Cowabunga" 'cause her head so fuckin' gnarly
Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper
I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later
I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper
I don't crap out, bitch, I don't need a faker
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I got niggas that gon' shoot for me, bitches that gon' go for me
Bithces goin' locally, bitches goin' globally
Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries
Bitches think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon?
Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire
I ain't no fuckin' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self
I'm gonna be a trillionaire, I'm gonna be a billionare
She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm gonna be a billionare
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body
All this money in my pocket make hoes doe the nasty nasty
She got right to the topping, I'ma put her out probably
I was screamin' "Cowabunga" 'cause her head so fuckin' gnarly
Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper
I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later
I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper
I don't crap out, bitch, I don't need a faker
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I got niggas that gon' shoot for me, bitches that gon' go for me
Bithces goin' locally, bitches goin' globally
Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries
Bitches think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon?
Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire
I ain't no fuckin' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self
I'm gonna be a trillionaire, I'm gonna be a billionare
She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm gonna be a billionare
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I pull up baby and it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
'Cause this bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Don Jarmel Paschall
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