CNN! Lyrics

Light this hoe up Smoke!

Shawty wanna ride with me cuz this a brand new Benz

Five Percent tints on the windows, you not seeing in

Pussy play with gang, he end up on the news like CNN

We ain't tryna talk if it ain't bout money, we some business men

All we know is add it up, we love to do addition

Pop out with them Glocks with switches

Hit his legs, he got to tripping

Niggas throwed off, they be tryna beef about these bitches

I don't know y'all, but y'all's bitches jumping on my inches

I be fresh as fuck, I wake up put it on, that's all I know

I rock Mike Amiri, mix it with Dior they on my toe

We can go man to man, you ain't bigger than me, I'm in my zone

I just woke up to some new money, that shit just touched my phone

Niggas make me laugh, you just jumped off the porch boy you too old

I got slimy partners, they gonna wipe your nose, you ain't got no cold

I got racks on me, come and take this shit if you feeling bold

Don't get treated like some za if you run up on me, you'll get rolled

When I'm stepping out them cameras flashing, VB fly as shit

Lil bro just blew up my phone said he plotting, got a lick

I just hit him back, told him get that drop, What it is?

You know we love taking risks, kick that door and go get rich

I just stepped up in the spot, I got my ski on he can't see me

I told him don't fucking move, he tried to move and now he screaming

He be posting all his moves but thinks I'm here for no reason

I just came up on 10 thousand don't you ask me why I'm cheesing

Shawty wanna ride with me cuz this a brand new Benz

5 Percent tints on the windows, you not seeing in

Pussy play with gang, he end up on the news like CNN

We ain't tryna talk if it ain't bout money, we some business men

All we know is add it up, we love to do addition

Pop out with them Glocks with switches

Hit his legs, he got to tripping

Niggas throwed off, they be tryna beef about these bitches

I don't know y'all, but y'all's bitches jumping on my inches

Boy you better come and get your bitch up out my face, she need a leash

Cuzo got them bowls up off the interstate, that boy a beast

Shawty tryna stress me out, can't lose no sleep behind no treesh

All I know is go and put that work in, I can't be no leach

Super Model brings me bottles in the club lil bitch I'm lit

When she walk she got a waddle swear to God this girl so thick

I swear my life been a novel, need somebody to write this shit

Now my wallet like a bible, too much paper bitch I'm rich

Shawty wanna ride with me cuz this a brand new Benz

5 Percent tints on the windows, you not seeing in

Pussy play with gang, he end up on the news like CNN

We ain't tryna talk if it ain't bout money, we some business men

All we know is add it up, we love to do addition

Pop out with them Glocks with switches

Hit his legs, he got to tripping

Niggas throwed off, they be tryna beef about these bitches

I don't know y'all, but y'all's bitches jumping on my inches