[Intro]
Yeah
Spit, this is
[Verse 1: RJ
R. motherf** a b**h
Blame mustard if you mad a n***a rich
See I'm an a**hole
Got hundreds with me like a block crip
Don't talk to me if you ain't got sh**
Get knots thick and we can politic
And girl f** the n***a that you came with
Cause really he a b**h in every language
Young n***a ballin' no D1
You ain't hoeing you gone be one, RJ!
[Verse 2: Royce The Choice]
Look, got him texting her he need something
She in this threesome, call around three something
Please come show it late night like a re-run
3 Blunts 2 black ants and a Seagram
(Drank It) copped a private like it stole your baby
Race? Ain't no discrimination b**h my favorite color: naked, cold as pavement out in Anchorage I'mma cast a silver blanket
We ain't f**ing I won't even make a statement
b**h you know where to take it
[Hook: Royce The Choice]
To the ground type sh**
I just wanna see it in your mouth right quick
Slim chance I need a wife with my account that thick
How much money you going up for a house that sick
I go "b**h, bounce that sh**. Shake it til the DJ announce that sh**"
I go "b**h, bounce that sh**. Shake it til the DJ announce that sh**"
[Verse 2: Skeme]
Look
Lil b**h tell me how that taste
Never hit without a rubber mama that ain't safe, aye
Real n***a baby ain't sh** fake
I don't know about them other n***as
We bout cake, wait
Money long but I still run through it
I'm a Inglewood n***a, b**h you know how we do it
Bout cheese, guap, yaper, skrilla
Call me: "Skeme" call me: "Crooked" or "The Bad b**h k**a" huh
[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Yeah
Girl you a intern, know you with the business
A ho, a housewife
Tell me whats the difference
She never seen a young n***a make a living
Riding whips that her daddy ain't getting
Yeah, if we don't grind we don't eat though
Them girls love me from the valley down to Pico
If she bout it she gone let a n***a see something
If she s** it then I might have to eat something
[Hook]
[Verse 4: TC4800]
Aye uh
I got hoes in my catalog
Town n***a bang to the yankee call
Uh, "cash out" them my favorite words
Pull up on a b**h I don't say a word
I hit the mall then my n***as splurge
Ride up on yo b**h she got a lot of curves
Hit the purp, hit the purp n***a
She got big doors, she go to work n***a
[Verse 5: Reem Riches]
Wabitty wabitty drop drop it like it's hot
Then take it to the top, and make the p**y pop
It's young Reem
You know I got a thing for thick b**hes
You know i got a thing for big knots, my name "Riches"
Drop it low, then shake it like a seizure
I hit it, next day catch amnesia
Balling, young n***a movement
Got ya b**h choosing
Bouncing all stupid, like
[Hook x2]