(Intro)
Oh my god, her hair
(Verse One)
I got a bad b**h
Wrap her up in plastic
Lookin' like a chocolate
Valentine's candy
Lookin' at your frame width
Look at what she came with
Fitted with a short cut
But she's still my main b**h
Brain like Cambridge
Smokin' on some dank sh**
Money speak a language
Benjamin Franklin
Kudos to my ex-hoe, on to the next hoe
She can have my kitty
But she ain't touching the cheques though
OVO and XO pink juice sipping'
On a double cup, living like a motherf**ing villain
I'm chilling, I'm chilling, I'm posted
And my b**hes roll it up so perfect
And we blown' now we chokin'
I ain't jokin', check the hashtag
Hatchback, Fat man
Going, going, gone
And I ain't comin' back man
The pigs round the corner
n***a put it in your backpack
I'm bad for they health
Now they f**in' with that afflatus
(Chorus)
Short hair mafia
If you with up stand up
All my b**hes with the short cut
Put your f**ing hands up
Put your f**ing hands up
Short hair mafia
Put your f**ing hands up
And cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Snip