Pop That Shit!

[Intro] Finesse you out of your money All I see is those hundreds All I see is those bands in my vision They coming [Verse One] That’s my phone going off That’s a muhfucking play Money on my line I’m just waking up for the day 20-West speeding in that muhfucking Benz I’m always with your bitch She telling you we just friends She riding out with me to finesse We out together fucking up a check I be stressing like a crazy, young exec She know she gotta donate that neck Your girl ain’t loyal, she the swoop Tryna fuck all on my group Can’t see her face in my coupe I’m sure you know how she do [Chorus] Niggas wanna talk that shit They won’t pop that shit [Verse Two] All these niggas flexing for the Gram You ain’t really got no bands Gotta give it back to your mans We out here flexing like this just because we can That Maserati sounding like a monster Benihana thirty-dollar pasta Me and Colby leaving out of Lenox Flexing, fucking on your baby momma You ain’t gotta go through her call log You should know who she call on Made her put it on silent Got her face in my Balmain Know you just met her parents Got you thinking bout marriage Boy, you know who she love She with 24 KARATS [Chorus]