607 Lyrics

What you stackin hoe

I love money, I love guap, I love fashion, hoe

But my bitch in that fendi , can't do fashion nova

Talk about racks, I got it plenty, I just spent them all, yeah

When I play the song, shawty she gonna shake that shit

Bitch, you know I make a lot , it's not a little bit

And he talkin' on the net, cause he a lil' bitch

Bitch, I'm posted in New York, yeah, I'm in the 6

Bitch, I'm posted with a stick, I don't, uh

Bitch, I'm posted with a stick, I don't fuckin' miss

All my hoes come left, right, left some Twix

Got them runnin' like the NFL, fuckin' blitz

All these bands in my pocket got me fuckin' saggin

Choppa made him freeze, now it look like a nigga laggin

Took a nigga, bitch, I'm fly as fuck, feel like Alladin

Makin' money moves, I run it up just like Madden

Makin' money moves, yeah, I got some motion

Countin' on the gold, bitch, it look like tokens

She got that wet water, water, got me floatin

I'm about to fuck his daughter, daughter, cause he spoken

Whoa, yeah, shawty shake that ass it look like waves

Bitch, I'm out here poppin tags, yeah, I'm gettin' paid

And I ain't no hero hoe, you ain't gettin' saved

And I ain't tryna hear it hoe, hit the ringtone

Bitch, I'm out here trappin on the block, two phones

Got a bad bitch, thick, bitch, redbone

And she's gettin' lit on the liquor, Patron

Cashed out on a brand new AP tone