How You Do That

Blue blood, you know what I'm saying? Jordan What the fuck? Heyo! You mad at my success But you didn't wanna put me on Think your money through with me Boy, you gotta be dumb Rocking LV loafers Naughty naught, no tongue No, I'm never feeling her teeth All I feel is throat and tongue She don't even know when I hit her I'ma leave her so sprung I ain't even tryna act funny But I don't know no one Crash dummy on the front line Yeah, them my puns My mama tripping over money Look how it's sitting on you I said they all gone now Yeah, this shit I'm driving souped up No, it's not regular degular In the trenches, we didn't carry no knives Nigga, wе carry the Heckler I ain't got nothing to provе when it come to this booth Tell 'em to back it up Think I'm a fat kid I ain't playing with this money I'm stacking these honey buns They gonna hate on me and got it They tripping in the city These niggas plot on us Drop the ceiling anyway because they believe, shoot a killer, they trailing us Come in that club, it's a light show Talking about 10,000 in hundreds, that's light though She know that I'm freaky, she know that I'm with it She know I turn her right on like some light bulbs Came with the credit, I didn't need no money I didn't need no motherfucking check still Hop out the Aventador It's creepy crawling, yeah, it look like a fan book How these niggas say they living and tripping? They don't even own a passport How the fuck you do that? I remember that you came from nothing You mad at my success But you didn't wanna put me on Think your money through with me Boy, you gotta be dumb Rocking LV loafers Naughty naught, no tongue No, I'm never feeling her teeth All I feel is throat and tongue She don't even know when I hit her I'ma leave her so sprung I ain't even tryna act funny But I don't know no one Crash dummy on the front line Yeah, them my puns My mama tripping over money Look how it's sitting on you I said they all gone now You mad at my success But you didn't wanna put me on Think your money through with me Boy, you gotta be dumb Rocking LV loafers Naughty naught, no tongue No, I'm never feeling her teeth All I feel is throat and tongue She don't even know when I hit her I'ma leave her so sprung I ain't even tryna act funny But I don't know no one Crash dummy on the front line Yeah, them my puns My mama tripping over money Look how it's sitting on you I said they all gone now