Lyrics
Yeah, runnin' through the check like bdtdt
And hoes blow my phone like bdtdt
I pull up like skrrt skrrt
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on the drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like «ooh, ooh»
Diamonds on my errrrs
I got your hoe mayne, she on go mayne
I got ice all in my chain like snow mayne
I’m the boss mayne, drinking
Boy I got it, how you want it, order somethin' mayne
200, run through that cash, 200, havin' 200
London and Bobby 200, get it, I got your bitch and she wit it
Murder scene when I pull up, and she clean when I pull up
Charlie Sheen when I pull up, shoulder lean when I pull up
Fly than most, the best seat in the
I got the game on the, I got that hoe on the choke
Bad bitches only, I got these hoes on the lean
Couple of racks on my kicks, blood drippin' on my feet
Yeah, runnin' through the check like bdtdt
And hoes blow my phone like bdtdt
I pull up like skrrt skrrt
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on the drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like «ooh, ooh»
Diamonds on my errrrs
Shouts out to the crew no genre, fame’ll turn me to a monster
I like Freddie Kruger’s sweater, spray it like some shoe protector
Roof just dissaprrrred, I can’t take these bitches srrrrus
I fuck your best friend and your best friend
That gon' make us all best friends
Uh, I was countin', they was doubtin', 80, 000 on an Audi
I got hoes, about a thousand, hit a bitch like Ronda Rousey
Bitches all up in they feelings, the head of NASA’s in the buildin'
Where the fuck you thought I been? Bobby Bands ain’t got no ceilin’s
Yeah, runnin' through the check like bdtdt
And hoes blow my phone like bdtdt
I pull up like skrrt skrrt
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on the drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like «ooh, ooh»
Diamonds on my errrrs