Letra de Take Her Phone!
(Man, fuck all that bullshit, nigga, I'm still outside)
Already up three M this year, nigga (Already up three)
Tell them niggas I said fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
Already up three M this year, nigga (Already up three)
Tell them niggas I said fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
And fuck that ho too, yeah (Bitch, fuck it, t-hahaha)
She don't like it, but then it's fuck it
Fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel, nigga, haha)
(Bitch-ass niggas, y'all tryna start playin' God, pussy)
Oh man, this shit too fucking easy, this shit like, this shit not even fair, this shit too easy (Ha, bitch, I'm on your ass, you better watch out)
(Told them niggas, "Catch up," t-ha, ain't never gon' catch up, nigga)
Thought it was over? I'ma show you
Ha, already up three M this year and all my diamonds reflective, huh
He started the year off broke again, I guess his pockets defective
T-ha, this nigga's out here tryna say, "I got you," I gotta keep some protection
T-ha, you worried 'bout what's inside my pockets, worry 'bout your own blessing
I'm a man, I stand on my own two feet, no, we is not the same
Ha, one of my hoes actin' dumb on the internet, baby, you never was mine
T-ha, I'm finna go take this bitch phone, man, some things never gon' change
Ha, real rich niggas don't carry no coins, so what make you think you a dime?
T-ha, finally, I'm richer than a bitch, t-ha, my niggas richer than a bitch
Ha, your mama raisin' a bitch, mama was raisin' a soldier
I know my brothers watchin' my 6, the engine, it came with like six
Not to mention the twin-turbo kit, ha, the fuck I look like pullin' over?
Nigga, I'm rich, you broke, the fuck is you comfortable for? Nah, that shit fishy
Bitch gon' call me a bop, but she just want hook and I ain't never went fishin'
Bae asked me, "Who is this?" I told her, "Don't trip, it's just one of my old bitches"
Soon as I'm done with the ho, oh yeah, she chips, the ones that you don't even finish
Molly, this shit top-notch
Penthouse, that's the hotspot
My bitch, she want drop-tops
My niggas want dropped opps
Oh, you want your bitch back? How much do you got, got?
My designer mismatched, but this ain't no Oshkosh
I got the type of pape', I could fuck Ash Kaash and Rubi in the back of the Wraith
My nigga hungry for bodies, he rollin' up molly, so you better stay out the way
We could go body for body, this shit like a hobby, got plenty of killers to pay
I got your face, you and your partners, now when I come find you, let's see what them niggas gon' say
She don't like it, but then it's fuck it
Fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel, nigga, haha)
(Bitch-ass niggas, y'all tryna start playin' God, pussy)
Oh man, this shit too fucking easy, this shit like, this shit not even fair, this shit too easy (Ha, bitch, I'm on your ass, you better watch out)
(Told them niggas, "Catch up," t-ha, ain't never gon' catch up, nigga)
Thought it was over? I'ma show you
Ha, already up three M this year and all my diamonds reflective, huh
He started the year off broke again, I guess his pockets defective
T-ha, this nigga's out here tryna say, "I got you," I gotta keep some protection
T-ha, you worried 'bout what's inside my pockets, worry 'bout your own blessing
I'm a man, I stand on my own two feet, no, we is not the same
Ha, one of my hoes actin' dumb on the internet, baby, you never was mine
T-ha, I'm finna go take this bitch phone, man, some things never gon' change
Ha, real rich niggas don't carry no coins, so what make you think you a dime?
T-ha, finally, I'm richer than a bitch, t-ha, my niggas richer than a bitch
Ha, your mama raisin' a bitch, mama was raisin' a soldier
I know my brothers watchin' my 6, the engine, it came with like six
Not to mention the twin-turbo kit, ha, the fuck I look like pullin' over?
Nigga, I'm rich, you broke, the fuck is you comfortable for? Nah, that shit fishy
Bitch gon' call me a bop, but she just want hook and I ain't never went fishin'
Bae asked me, "Who is this?" I told her, "Don't trip, it's just one of my old bitches"
Soon as I'm done with the ho, oh yeah, she chips, the ones that you don't even finish
Molly, this shit top-notch
Penthouse, that's the hotspot
My bitch, she want drop-tops
My niggas want dropped opps
Oh, you want your bitch back? How much do you got, got?
My designer mismatched, but this ain't no Oshkosh
I got the type of pape', I could fuck Ash Kaash and Rubi in the back of the Wraith
My nigga hungry for bodies, he rollin' up molly, so you better stay out the way
We could go body for body, this shit like a hobby, got plenty of killers to pay
I got your face, you and your partners, now when I come find you, let's see what them niggas gon' say
