[Refrain]
Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
[Verse 1]
Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (No), that ain't on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane, make a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain, break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name, hottest brown boy in the game
[Chorus]
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
[Verse 2]
I'm TT (Hmm), rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See, 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell
[Refrain]
Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
[Chorus]
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
