The Junk

(I got the junk, the money, the style, the funk) All of them feed from the bottom I swear that the bottom it looked like the top To me All of my numbers are summin' The hunnas are coming My team with me I just been whippin' around in a white So you think that my names Whitney I been feeling myself like Soulja boy in 2003 I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk the money style the funk That's what it means to me She wanna ball told her 6 foot three what she need to be I been seeing my numbers increasing Think he better than me we can beat him Had his girl, she with me, she was cheating Had that boy running off like a cheetah Had him darting, he running for metres Got balenciagas they're my beaters And I know your girl she wanna meet us And I know your crew they wanna be us Just touched down back yard And I gotta go link my boy for the burner Your girl shoot shots and she coming like werner Put him in a pot and I'm gonna go burn off, spark it Imma crash out the whip I won't park it If I get the ting I'll never pass it Free my boy he just got done for arson He was spitting fire on the paper Remember when they used to hate us Now we getting paid they wanna date us Ask him did he see it like I'm J Hus See the IG models with the fake ass All of them feed from the bottom I swear that the bottom it look like the bottom for them My girl she got a fat bottom I'm sorry for saying it too much won't say it again All of your gang just cat too much Just cap too much ain't nobody in pen All of you brother love chat too much I've backed you 'nuff I am not your friend All of them feed from the bottom I swear that the bottom it looked like the top To me All of my numbers are summin' The hunnas are coming My team with me I just been whippin' around in a white So you think that my names Whitney I been feeling myself like Soulja boy in 2003 I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk Yeah ma' you ain't ever wearing no Vetements Get the bag first you get it last Getting my crumbs you ate last Hating my gang you ain't we I been abroad for like 8 weeks All up in the A getting paid B She wanna spin the block come see D Your ting she look like A4 Remember the times I was giving them G force They changing like channels I'm calling em' E4 Now I'm blowing up and they calling me C4 She's all on me for the bands Feed these kids with my hands Cos these man they just be talking for the bants But that boy he a munch he a snack And we blowing on green that pressure Weed etcetera If you wanna come step you won't step far Just got my new ting a new Telfar Cos I was whipping that white on her counter All of them feed from the bottom I swear that the bottom it looked like the top To me All of my numbers are summin' The hunnas are coming My team with me I just been whippin' around in a white So you think that my names Whitney I been feeling myself like Soulja boy in 2003 I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk I got the junk yeah yeah I got the junk