Bags on Rodeo
Bad bitch bout a bag meet me on Rodeo
Runnin up a check
Like she get it through the mail
Said if I get knocked she got money for the bail
(Hold on)
She got money for the bail
She keep it ten toes
Yeah down to the nails
Signed to myself like I ain't gotta deal
Eating real good still ain't miss a meal
Bitch it's on the floor
Like a fuckin pair of wheels
Said you know my body
Had to Louboutin her heels
(Hold on)
Had to Louboutin her heels
She told me take it easy
Had to put her wrist on chill
Make a couple movies
I ain't talkin bout a reel
Nah I ain't talking bout a reel
Met her up at Magic so I hadda cop a feel
I met her up Magic so I hadda cop a feel
Bitch my life a movie I just gotta keep it real
(Keep it real)
I just gotta keep it real
Dawg stay with the crop but he ain't a pilgrim
Bitch pulled up with no ass
Look like Wendy Williams
This ho skin way too dry she need some serum
Leave four dots on a nigga head like Krillen
Grimey Scale lil bitch
And we're knockin down your building
When the pigs come I don't know names
I'm Rumple Stillsken
Sippin on some Wock got me
(Hol on)
Sippin on some Wock
Got me pourin up some serum
Link my hacker bitch n she runnin up Etherum
They frontin then it's lit
Yeah they could make the news
Whatever she want
Yeah you ain't gotta chose
You fuckin with a Winner baby
How could we lose?
Runnin up a check
Like she get it through the mail
Said if I get knocked she got money for the bail
(Hold on)
She got money for the bail
She keep it ten toes
Yeah down to the nails
Signed to myself like I ain't gotta deal
Eating real good still ain't miss a meal
Bitch it's on the floor
Like a fuckin pair of wheels
Said you know my body
Had to Louboutin her heels
(Hold on)
Had to Louboutin her heels
She told me take it easy
Had to put her wrist on chill
Make a couple movies
I ain't talkin bout a reel
Nah I ain't talking bout a reel
Met her up at Magic so I hadda cop a feel
I met her up Magic so I hadda cop a feel
Bitch my life a movie I just gotta keep it real
(Keep it real)
I just gotta keep it real
Dawg stay with the crop but he ain't a pilgrim
Bitch pulled up with no ass
Look like Wendy Williams
This ho skin way too dry she need some serum
Leave four dots on a nigga head like Krillen
Grimey Scale lil bitch
And we're knockin down your building
When the pigs come I don't know names
I'm Rumple Stillsken
Sippin on some Wock got me
(Hol on)
Sippin on some Wock
Got me pourin up some serum
Link my hacker bitch n she runnin up Etherum
They frontin then it's lit
Yeah they could make the news
Whatever she want
Yeah you ain't gotta chose
You fuckin with a Winner baby
How could we lose?
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Writer(s): Anthony Michael Jara
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