Rio de Janeiro Lyrics

Takin' money out the bank, get my dick hard Suck the sack for a bag, it ain't Goyard

I've been ballin' for a minute, throw the towel in

Feelin' like Jimmy Buckets in the playin'

Get the throat from a bitch, then run her tab up

Call up CPA Lou, he got the bag in

Smokin' right before bed, that shit put me to sleep

Two hundred for a seven, nah this shit ain't cheap

I ain't never shopped at Dillards, I'm a, alright

Fuckin' on your main ho, I'm her side, nigga

Ask about my old hoes, I ain't heard nothin

Her new niggas say somethin', I maim buddy

Been gettin' money, nigga, you ain't learn nothin

Closed mouth don't get fed, you ain't said nothin

You just dropped that, nigga, that's some bullshit

Bacon, egg, and cheese the AHKI way when I'm in Brooklyn (What up AHK)

I be in New York just chilling and shit

I be in the Bay too

But I stay in the A

How Does He Do It

Fuckin' on the CNA, she bank with BOA

In the streets twelve hours, had to make some plays

Out in Denver, Colorado with the frat bros

These bitches tryna hang out, you know how that goes

Got the fiends lined up, eight hundred a zip

A hundred for a three-five, that's as good as it gets

Slidin' down your block slow, in a creeper, nigga

You lurkin on her page, you a creeper, nigga

Her eyes really deep, she throw her back

Look, when I slug her out, your bitch out here

She suckin' dick, go home and kiss you in the mouth

Get to the point, been gettin' paper, wasn't worried about it

Now we sittin' big rims, finna catch a body

Fuckin' on somebody's daughter, I'm a troublemaker

Pickin' out her favorite color, Denzel the paper

Asked about you in the hood, you know nobody

You a nobody, where the bad bitch you hit

She a ho, probably

How does he do it