Tootsies

[Intro]

(Sonic goin' crazy)

[Chorus]

Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's

If you got five hundred, then you better book me

Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P

Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick

My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist

I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch

Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit

I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch

[Verse 1]

Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch

Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick

When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit

Real rich nigga, I can tell you how thеm flawless diamonds hit

Real shooter, aim at your mеdulla, I'm a connoisseur

Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka

If you listen, I can teach shit, you gotta be quick

Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit

I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit

Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit

I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch

They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit

[Chorus]

Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's

If you got five hundred, then you better book me

Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P

Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick

My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist

I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch

Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit

I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch

[Verse 2]

Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions

You be speculatin' I know you niggas can't stand us

I can patty cake with all these niggas, one handed

Global jet pass, I can never get stranded

Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh

I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"

We got assassins makin' deal goin' two for one

She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her, "Do one"

You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit

You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it

Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy

Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet

[Chorus]

Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's

If you got five hundred, then you better book me

Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P

Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick

My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist

I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch

Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit

I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch