Chris Paul, hey Bitch, you know I’m balling, why you keep on calling me? All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m riding with my dogs She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her Put that shit on and take it off, shawty Patek on them hoes, huh Look for all of them, all black fashion
My bitch drippin’ just like a witch, black magic Chrome hearts all through my crib, bitch, I’m having this Yes, you already know that I’m geeked, why you asking me? I been off the porch, lil’ bitch, I’m clutching on my 40 I ain’t have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it She just tryna get some money out of me unfortunately ‘Cause I ain’t paying for no lil’ bitch that ain’t even worth shit
Hey bitch, you know I’m balling, why you keep on calling me? All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m riding with my dogs She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her Put that shit on and take it off, shawty Patek on them hoes, huh Look for all of them
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Killa She a lady killa Yeah, yeah, for real-a I’m the look killa with the swag, I be drilling She a lady killer with the swag, she be spilling All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla Tom Ford, Paul McCartney and she going stella Paparazzi pop my shit, lil’ baby, I look stellar You paparazzi popping, bitch, uh-huh, yeah, you look stellar If looks could kill then it’s first degree murder They said the real niggas died, well, we resurging
Niggas talking so much shit, I know they teeth dirty I been walking so much shit, lil’ bitch, my feet hurting Niggas moving kinda weird, it’s making me nervous I ain’t never running out of paper, bitch, I keep splurging I ain’t never worried ’bout a hater, we gon’ keep on hurting Them with all this flexing, counting all this money, bitch, I’m never stressing I been counting hundreds
Hey bitch, you know I’m balling, why you keep on calling me? All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m riding with my dogs She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her Put that shit on and take it off, shawty Patek on them hoes, huh Look for all of them
