How Could

[Intro]

(Zaytoven)

Uh-huh

Real nigga shit

Ayy, light that weed up, bruh

Give me some rubber bands

What's poppin', lil' mama?

[Chorus]

How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)

How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)

All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah

All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that

Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy, ayy)

Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)

She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Hahaha)

That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh

[Verse 1]

Bought a Rolls-Royce just to smoke kush in it (Damn)

This carbine one-five got a hundred bullets in it

She bad and she paid (Yeah)

That's my kind of bitch (What up?)

These niggas counterfeit (They fake)

My old-school sick (Stupid)

My bitch too thick (Woo)

Your bitch look like a motherfuckin' toothpick (Hahaha)

I just poured up a four and poured some out for Pimp (R.I.P. Pimp C)

I took this South Memphis shit and I went worldwide (Hey)

I smashed her for thirty minutes, then told her open wide (Take that)

If you 'bout paper, then let's get it, 'cause so am I

Multi-million-dollar nigga smokin' blunts on the block

Remember we ain't have shit, but grandma, she did her best

From the projects to private jets, pickin' up check after check

Wanna know what a hundred thou' look like? Just look at my neck (Woo)

I'm drillin' your bitch from the back and still got on my Rolex (Uh)

In the club passin' bitches out bottles of Moët (Hah)

[Chorus]

How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)

How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)

All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah

All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that

Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy, ayy)

Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)

She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Hahaha)

That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh

[Verse 2]

Skinny nigga, big bank

My auntie walked up in my spot and she said, "Boy, this shit stank" (Damn)

I got pills, I got drank

Called your bitch up and got laid

Called the plug up and got paid

Got a four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked outside in valet

I got a hundred dollar taper fade

I pour lean in my lemonade

Ain't no tellin' what a nigga might do (Uh-huh)

Get too close to me, then my lil' niggas might shoot (Paper Route Business)

Lil' nigga stay fly like I went to flight school

I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life full (Life full), ayy

This is my life, this is my life, ooh (Life, ooh)

Twenty-five hundred for a pair of tennis shoes

My bitch went shoppin', bought me a chopper and some Jimmy Choo

[Chorus]

How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)

How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)

All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah

All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that

Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy, ayy)

Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)

She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Hahaha)

That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh