Motto

900 Hammond Street the road, tell her I'm in 204
Fuck her on the balcony and smoke
Fuck her on the balcony, I smoke
Yeah, I don't trust these hoes, no, baby
And she fall asleep around me, count my paper
If I fall asleep, I wake up, count my paper
Never say goodbye, see you later

Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, she don't wanna pull up, it's a no
Ayy, call the ho to pull up to Le Montrose
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no

I'm speeding in traffic (uh-huh), Jeff Gordon (uh-huh)
Shit got horses (uh-huh), Ralph Lauren (uh-huh)
She ain't got no boyfriend, huh (uh-huh), yeah, I'm scorin' (uh-huh)
She ain't been here before (uh-huh), huh, yeah, she foreign (uh-huh)
I ain't been here before (uh-huh), yeah, I'm tourin' (uh-huh)
I done fucked all these hoes (uh-huh), on tour, man (uh-huh)
Shout out Carti, that's my bro (uh-huh), he pulled up in a foreign (uh-huh)
When I met Carti (uh-huh), I was sleepin' on the floor, man (uh-huh)

Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, she don't wanna pull up, it's a no
Ayy, call the ho to pull up to Le Montrose
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no

Huh, I can't (I can't), huh, stress a (stress a)
Huh, 'bout a ('bout a), huh, bitch (bitch)
Wait I just (I just), wait, smoke blunts (smoke blunts)
Stay focused (Focused), that's it
I'm from the mud, from the mud, from the mud
From the mud, from the mud, from the mud (from the mud)
I've been on my shit, came long way from a couple bucks (couple bucks)
Run it up (run it up), for the fam (for the fam)
Only gettin' money's in my program (woah)

Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no (no)
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no (no, no)
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no (no)
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no (no)
Ayy, she don't wanna pull up, it's a no (no, no)
Ayy, call the ho to pull up to Le Montrose (woah, woah)
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no (no, no)
Ayy, stressin' 'bout these bitches, that's a no

Damn

I tried to apologize, you curved me, ain't reply
Now, I blew up, your surprise, woah

Baby, be my bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it
Baby, be my bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it
Baby, let me fuck you crazy (smash), fuck you crazy (smash)
Bust it baby (smash), bust it (hey)
Baby, let me fuck you crazy (smash), fuck you crazy (smash)
Bust it baby (smash), bust it

Hey, I take her to Benihana, hey
Then she gon' pinata, hey
She got good qualities, hey
She puttin' it all on me, hey
I'm a star, baby, hey
Learn Astronomy, hey
Lilo and Stitch, baby, hey
What ohana mean?, hey
Why you scared to leave?, hey
This ain't Halloween, hey
Fuck that bitch to sleep, hey
She havin' sweet dreams, hey
Kool-Aid smile me, hey
Hunnid thou' on me, hey
My money countin', hey
My money countin'

Be my bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it
Baby, be my bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it baby, bust it
Baby, let me fuck you crazy (smash), fuck you crazy (smash)
Bust it baby (smash), bust it (hey)
Baby, let me fuck you crazy (smash), fuck you crazy (smash)
Bust it baby (smash), bust it



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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