You ah simp

Tear the club up we tear the club up
Walked in the bank pulled out two thousand all dubs
Trynna get sum drank
We just trynna find a plug
That shit I smoke it stank I rolled a wood just from a nugg
Dropped a flat in my drank
Now I'm finna go to space
Doggy just hit for the pint I pray that he don't catch a case
I got them hunnids on my mind to them riches it's a race
So Ian gonna waste no time on a bitch I gotta chase (Yea)
She wanna come and get geeked (Yea)
I fuck that bitch off a bean (Yea)
I just lost 5 hunnid but I'll flip it by the weekend
I just punched these new Rick Owens
Got on Comme des garçon
I been thumbin through hunnids with all my dogs
Bitch I can't do no wrong
My ex got a new nigga
He still can't get as fly as me
I'm geeked off these drugs lil bitch can't nobody get high as me
Get up off that bitch and chase a check that's my philosophy
You lookin for yo bitch
While I'm outchea where the commas be

Oh you a simp nigga?
Ridin round witcho bitch nigga
She like my Ricks nigga
And she likin all my pics nigga
Bitch I'm a Pimp nigga
My pockets blue Ian no crip nigga
She like "yo wrist different" baby that's cuz I'm a rich nigga

First class on commercial flight
Bitch ion need no private jet
My wrist and neck is on water
Bitch I got on these flawless baguettes
Get this shit straight through yo head
I can't talk to no fuckin fed
He said he got paper we gon take him and leave him for dead
Fuck it
Let's get blues instead
Percocet straight to the head
Switchin all my flows up
Like I switch my clothes (Uh)
I stick to this paper can't be stuck up on no hoe (Uh)
And the niggas that's dissin can't touch the pape that's on my floor (Uh)

Cos you a simp nigga
Ridin round witcho bitch nigga
She like my Ricks nigga
And she likin all my pics nigga
Bitch I'm a Pimp nigga
My pockets blue Ian no crip nigga
She like "yo wrist different" baby that's cuz I'm a rich nigga



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Writer(s): Ryan Harper
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