Internet Money, bitchHahahaha, Nick, you’re stupidBaby, come and have a blast with meDo everything I say like your majestyFuck with the gang and it be a tragedyFuck with my shooters, they in the back with meFuck with me baby, come get this bag with meBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging meCraving your love, it’s heart-attacking meTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheeseI cannot show these bitches no sympathyOr these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to meI was just fortunate, got the remedyFuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeahBaby, come and have a blast with meDo everything I say like your majestyFuck with the gang and it be a tragedyFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)You picked that knife up and you stabbin’ meWish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed outAnd the way you keep harassin’ meIt’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Uh, yeah, time is of the essenceYou know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverendDevil horns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (Uh)We’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (Hey)Toxic, toxic, toxicThe most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’I should’ve turned away when I found out you were demonicLet’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughterSay hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollarsWe gon’ run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppersWe gon’ give ’em hell and I put that on my mamaMe and Trippie Redd boolin’ back in the BahamasBaby, come and have a blast with meDo everything I say like your majestyFuck with the gang and it be a tragedyFuck with my shooters, they in the back with meFuck with me baby, come get this bag with meBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging meCraving your love, it’s heart-attacking meTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheeseGang, gang, gangProbably fuckin’ your mamaThree K on my wrist like AndréServin’ like entréeHa, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
