Air BnB
Yea (Cloudy Beatz)
...cuz the Airbnb got some hoes or some O's in it
(mumbling)
Duffle bag filled wit cash, no
Airbnb got some hoes or some O's in it
Duffle bag filled up with cash, no clothes in it
Cooked the dope so good, they thought I put my toes in it
You a bitch, if the shoe fit, Boy put yo toes in it
Did a punch on a call, yeah, my phone hitting
Did a hit when the chrome, yeah, we dome splitting
You just now getting money, that ain't shit to me
Big Dawg, walk around with that shit on me
I ain't even want the pussy, she hit on me
Don't call my phone, get'chu bitch off me
Shit, go down... I'll never ever snitch on me
Never lacking, walk around with the Blick on me
Money bulging out my pocket, look like a brick on me
Oh you looking for that, I gotta brick on me
Niggas out here in the way, what'chu living fo'?
I'm thinkin' bout Neiman Marcus, I'm tryna get some mo'
You just now getting a bag? You better get some mo'
Damn, whatchu doing on the phone if you ain't getting doe
I just walked thru the doo' and threw it on the floo'
I ain't really tryna talk, what it's hittin' fo'?
A lot of OG's looking like Lil Bro
I never been satisfied with a lil doe
I leave an Opp head red, like Lil Boat
How the fuck you want smoke, and you don't even smoke
How you talking shit to me, you must be doing dope
You should do stand up with all them jokes
Either you wolf or you sheep... nigga, fuck a goat
It's hella cold in these streets, better wear a coat
We be kickin' niggas doo's, like "where the dope?"
I ain't really tryna fuck, I'm like where the throat?
I'm bout turn a bitch out, I'm like where her purse?
You be acting like yo bitch, you should wear her skirt
Damn, RIP to yo mans, put him on a shirt
Put a nigga in a box, I'm like where the hearse?
Dog shit on the floo', I gotta watch my feet
Woke up made a play, before I brush my teeth
Whole gang tryna eat, and you looking sweet
Masked up, hit yo doo' tryna trick or treat
On point like a pen, ain't no tricking me
Just like a stuck-up bitch, ain't no hitting me
Like a big fat bitch, ain't no flipping me
I just told an ugly bitch gimme 50 feet
Cloudy just hit me up and sent 50 beats
I got enough shit to drop for like 50 weeks
...cuz the Airbnb got some hoes or some O's in it
(mumbling)
Duffle bag filled wit cash, no
Airbnb got some hoes or some O's in it
Duffle bag filled up with cash, no clothes in it
Cooked the dope so good, they thought I put my toes in it
You a bitch, if the shoe fit, Boy put yo toes in it
Did a punch on a call, yeah, my phone hitting
Did a hit when the chrome, yeah, we dome splitting
You just now getting money, that ain't shit to me
Big Dawg, walk around with that shit on me
I ain't even want the pussy, she hit on me
Don't call my phone, get'chu bitch off me
Shit, go down... I'll never ever snitch on me
Never lacking, walk around with the Blick on me
Money bulging out my pocket, look like a brick on me
Oh you looking for that, I gotta brick on me
Niggas out here in the way, what'chu living fo'?
I'm thinkin' bout Neiman Marcus, I'm tryna get some mo'
You just now getting a bag? You better get some mo'
Damn, whatchu doing on the phone if you ain't getting doe
I just walked thru the doo' and threw it on the floo'
I ain't really tryna talk, what it's hittin' fo'?
A lot of OG's looking like Lil Bro
I never been satisfied with a lil doe
I leave an Opp head red, like Lil Boat
How the fuck you want smoke, and you don't even smoke
How you talking shit to me, you must be doing dope
You should do stand up with all them jokes
Either you wolf or you sheep... nigga, fuck a goat
It's hella cold in these streets, better wear a coat
We be kickin' niggas doo's, like "where the dope?"
I ain't really tryna fuck, I'm like where the throat?
I'm bout turn a bitch out, I'm like where her purse?
You be acting like yo bitch, you should wear her skirt
Damn, RIP to yo mans, put him on a shirt
Put a nigga in a box, I'm like where the hearse?
Dog shit on the floo', I gotta watch my feet
Woke up made a play, before I brush my teeth
Whole gang tryna eat, and you looking sweet
Masked up, hit yo doo' tryna trick or treat
On point like a pen, ain't no tricking me
Just like a stuck-up bitch, ain't no hitting me
Like a big fat bitch, ain't no flipping me
I just told an ugly bitch gimme 50 feet
Cloudy just hit me up and sent 50 beats
I got enough shit to drop for like 50 weeks
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