CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gelato
Might just down a henny, buy some Fenty for my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
Different levels, I'm on that
New McLaren, I want that
Buy a couple things for your hoe, when she want that
Tried to give her back for a day, then she run back (woah)
Perkies all around me, I ain't poppin' sh*t
I just hit the gas with the gang, 'cuz we got that sh*t
b*t*h I call the shots, I'm a young Gregg Popovich
Coppin' Richard Millies for the gang, bag for my b*t*h
Hoes mad, call me I ain't calling back
Money counter screaming "I got cash", like it's talking back
b*t*h I know you mad, 'cuz you know this sh*t ain't cap
And you know I got these mo'f**kin racks in my lap (goddamn)
Might just down a henny, buy some Fenty for my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
Balenciaga drip, b*t*h I got what you want
Got the hoes and the cognac, we gon' party for a month
Got a .45 on me, F&N is in the trunk
Put a hollow in your leg and got you walking like you're drunk
Going dumb, going dumb, b*t*h I'm mobbing in the cut
Going numb, going numb, going hard, f**k love (aye)
b*t*h I beat the odds, and I did it just because
I ain't beefing with nobody, if it do not give me funds (woah)
Might just down a henny, buy some Fenty for my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
Different levels, I'm on that
New McLaren, I want that
Buy a couple things for your hoe, when she want that
Tried to give her back for a day, then she run back (woah)
Perkies all around me, I ain't poppin' sh*t
I just hit the gas with the gang, 'cuz we got that sh*t
b*t*h I call the shots, I'm a young Gregg Popovich
Coppin' Richard Millies for the gang, bag for my b*t*h
Hoes mad, call me I ain't calling back
Money counter screaming "I got cash", like it's talking back
b*t*h I know you mad, 'cuz you know this sh*t ain't cap
And you know I got these mo'f**kin racks in my lap (goddamn)
Might just down a henny, buy some Fenty for my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
Balenciaga drip, b*t*h I got what you want
Got the hoes and the cognac, we gon' party for a month
Got a .45 on me, F&N is in the trunk
Put a hollow in your leg and got you walking like you're drunk
Going dumb, going dumb, b*t*h I'm mobbing in the cut
Going numb, going numb, going hard, f**k love (aye)
b*t*h I beat the odds, and I did it just because
I ain't beefing with nobody, if it do not give me funds (woah)
Might just down a henny, buy some Fenty for my new b*t*h
Dummy want the smoke, 'til we pull up, they won't do sh*t
Trey gon' bring the gas, we gon' smoke it on this crew sh*t
Different type of cash, but this life ain't nothing new b*t*h
f**k heartbreak, that ain't new b*t*h
We got blue strips, yeah they're new b*t*h
See me with the gang, they ain't new b*t*h (damn)
f**k me like you 'bout to be my new b*t*h
