[Intro]
Thotties, Posse!
[Hook]
I got alotta b**hes, and I got alotta n***as
And I got alotta shooters and I got alotta k**ers
And I got alotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony, I bought an island no Coney dummy
I'm coolin in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n***as phony phony, all these b**hes bony bony
n***as act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it
[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that Moto Morini
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a Tommy Tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its farmie farmie
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This sh** smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that sh** ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it
Walk in the label, then I run it run it
I need my cash at this f**in' moment
This is business, we is not no homies
Don't make me catch a f**in' homi
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
n***as act like they your friends
But n***as all pretend
n***as act like they your homie
All these n***as f**in' phony, I know it
Riding in that mortal combat
With a lot of f**ing combat for combat
n***a don't run, come back
Told your b**h "don't run, come back"
Take this dick, n***a clit clat get back
On that hot sh**, you can get whacked
18 wheeler sh**, you can get wet
Throw it back to my b**hes
[Hook]