Lyrics
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(We love you, Tecca)
Flex on all these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks I count up digits, you never stand on business (hot)
I never ate at Denny's (hot), I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that' the route when I hit it (yup)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun (yeah)
G-got racks on my wrist and they crush (yeah)
I step in and make a hoe blush (yeah)
He said he want smoke, he a dutch (hush)
She said that she good, she a slut (yeah, go)
D-d-don't believe it (yeah, yeah), don't believe it (yeah, yeah)
Start the whip (yeah, yeah), crank the demon
Know I been gone for a while but baby I'm holding it down (ah)
How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles? (Style)
Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own isle
You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (ah, pow, pow, yeah)
Bitch I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch
I put five band' on your fit
My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit
Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking Raf
Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag (whoo, pow, whoo)
(Whoo, pow)
Flex on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah)
Racks I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business (hot)
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenux (hot)
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision (she)
I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that' the route when I hit it (yeah)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun
Damn, that boy in here booted (huh)
Damn, she got a big booty (ha)
Kali Uchis, I'mma stuff my face in her coochie (huh)
Pour the lean in kombuchy, I put 12 mans out here fuelling shit (uh, uh)
In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch to seduce shit (uh)
She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, It's a autobot
I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees
I really be out in the mix (whoa), I be at the house by six (oh)
Instead of lying on your dead (hit), nigga go get my blick (yuh)
Why do these niggas be lying to me? They lying like it's a skit (like skit)
I just went and took a ten, I'm riding in my coupé (my coupe)
If you play with Faygo you can die, I'ma shoot (pow)
I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth
Whoo (huh)
Whoo (grah)
Whoo
Whoo (pow)
Flex on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah)
Racks I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business (hot)
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox (hot)
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that' the route when I hit it (yeah)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun
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