[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm legend, my life should be studied
I come from nothing, ran up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch and her buddy
Christian Louboutin, yeah, I be bloody
I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won't fit in a wallet
Christopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G., we are the hottest
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
Shе like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
We made it to water (Extorted)
Sixty minutes and I had her draws off (Woo)
How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)
Ayy, come get your bitch out my call log (Please)
A hundred missed calls, I block her (Hello)
Oh yeah, she determined, can't stop her (Damn)
She blew a bag at the doctor
Thick-thick like she eat cornbread and pasta (Yeah)
Yeah, my type of bitch don't need nan' nigga (Damn)
She got a boutique and a cold figure (Damn)
You know she young, got an old nigga (Yep)
And she gon' keep a few hoes with her (Oh)
Bitches be salty, so they be subbin' 'em (Sub)
Niggas be thirsty, bitches won't fuck with her
She on her shit, for real (For real)
Got her ass done, but it looked real
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
That ain't your bitch, that's our bitch (Mine too)
We just gon' keep her at your house (Then what?)
You spent a thousand at Ruth's Chris (Tricked off)
I took that bitch to a dope house (My hood)
Do you see the difference? It's plenty (So many)
Hand out emoji you know I'ma give it
And my eminent would a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk, we gon' film us a flicky
I'm deep in my duffle, roll up me some Truffles
Wherever I go, it's a smoke out (Puff that)
My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble
Get wet as a bust down
Told her stay out my business, go get you a business
She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp
He mad as a bitch, let me find out
Had his ho at my Honeycomb hideout
You the type let a bitch get you for everything
In me, not on me, I know how to play it man
Them niggas corny, she fuck with the Bread Gang
Shot my shot with a switch, I got dead aim (Bow)
Still wishin' they had me, ex bitter bitches
You couldn't pay me to pay 'em attention (Nope)
She follow every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna fuck her way up, get a meal ticket (Facts)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)
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