DORK
My bitch a dork
All dis money on the floor
Gettin money dats my sport
I'm smelling like gucci Prada and Dior
All these bitches super fat
Told her ass throw it back for me
I promise I'll give it back
Fuck a bag up at saks w me I promise I give it back
Oo you know I love dat tat
Everywhere I go it's packed
Know they walk me through the back
Fuck a bag up and left
Fuck a bag up and left
I can't go out sad four five on my side
Oo I'm just that
Guess I'm just that guy
I'm riding round in the trap
Niggas talk down get smacked
I was jus fucked up nigga got back
Yea oo
All my hoes so bad hey
All my niggas got racks hey
Put a tag on you like that hey
She wan get some crabs hey
Yea yea
My bitch a dork
All dis money on the floor
Gettin money dats my sport
I'm smelling like gucci Prada and Dior
All these hoes super fat
Told her ass throw it back for me
I promise I'll give it back
Fuck a bag up at saks w me I promise I give it back
Oo you know I love dat tat
Everywhere I go it's packed
Know they walk me through the back
Fuck a bag up and left
Fuck a bag up and left
I can't go out sad four five on my side
Oo I'm just that
Guess I'm just that guy
I'm riding round in the trap
Niggas talk down get smacked
I was jus fucked up nigga got back
All dis money on the floor
Gettin money dats my sport
I'm smelling like gucci Prada and Dior
All these bitches super fat
Told her ass throw it back for me
I promise I'll give it back
Fuck a bag up at saks w me I promise I give it back
Oo you know I love dat tat
Everywhere I go it's packed
Know they walk me through the back
Fuck a bag up and left
Fuck a bag up and left
I can't go out sad four five on my side
Oo I'm just that
Guess I'm just that guy
I'm riding round in the trap
Niggas talk down get smacked
I was jus fucked up nigga got back
Yea oo
All my hoes so bad hey
All my niggas got racks hey
Put a tag on you like that hey
She wan get some crabs hey
Yea yea
My bitch a dork
All dis money on the floor
Gettin money dats my sport
I'm smelling like gucci Prada and Dior
All these hoes super fat
Told her ass throw it back for me
I promise I'll give it back
Fuck a bag up at saks w me I promise I give it back
Oo you know I love dat tat
Everywhere I go it's packed
Know they walk me through the back
Fuck a bag up and left
Fuck a bag up and left
I can't go out sad four five on my side
Oo I'm just that
Guess I'm just that guy
I'm riding round in the trap
Niggas talk down get smacked
I was jus fucked up nigga got back
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Adugna Negero, Shareef Emanuel, Nefediev Alexander, Ilya Novitskiy
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