Thr0w 1T
Franklins on me
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch show me
Thick bitch throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
I got these bitches runnin' around in circles
You want this dick? Bitch you gotta earn it
He want my spot but he don't deserve it
That boy talk tough so I gave him a swirly
Punch that lil' ass jit in the fuckin' face
Call up Lil' Jaquavion he gon' catch a fuckin' case
Fifty countin' bank accounts large amounts (ah ah)
Shoppin' sprees rockin' brands that you can't pronounce (ah ah)
Credit cards fuck your bitch then I takе her out (ah ah)
Bitch I made it far and I ain't have to chasе no clout (ah ah)
If you don't like me then just say that his ho a dime piece
I'm gon' hit it from the back yeah I leave it runnin' sand
Yeah I get the swag from my dad
Yeah my white boy swag you can't have
White boy swag I'm feelin' rad
I leave that ho on read big boy soft just like Ted
Bitch I'm feelin' empty I think that I need my meds
And this ho got some ass but I just want the head
Don't let me find you talkin' to feds leave you dead
Franklins on me
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch show me
Thick bitch throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
Thick bitch throw it thick bitch throw it
Thick bitch throw it thick bitch throw it
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch show me
Thick bitch throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
I got these bitches runnin' around in circles
You want this dick? Bitch you gotta earn it
He want my spot but he don't deserve it
That boy talk tough so I gave him a swirly
Punch that lil' ass jit in the fuckin' face
Call up Lil' Jaquavion he gon' catch a fuckin' case
Fifty countin' bank accounts large amounts (ah ah)
Shoppin' sprees rockin' brands that you can't pronounce (ah ah)
Credit cards fuck your bitch then I takе her out (ah ah)
Bitch I made it far and I ain't have to chasе no clout (ah ah)
If you don't like me then just say that his ho a dime piece
I'm gon' hit it from the back yeah I leave it runnin' sand
Yeah I get the swag from my dad
Yeah my white boy swag you can't have
White boy swag I'm feelin' rad
I leave that ho on read big boy soft just like Ted
Bitch I'm feelin' empty I think that I need my meds
And this ho got some ass but I just want the head
Don't let me find you talkin' to feds leave you dead
Franklins on me
Labels tryna sign me
Bitches wanna top me
'Cause I been gettin' that money yeah
People don't know me
You get bread? Bitch show me
Thick bitch throw it
I fucked twenty-four hoes like Kobe
Thick bitch throw it thick bitch throw it
Thick bitch throw it thick bitch throw it
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Writer(s): Preston Williams
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