Duffle ft. Boosie & Yung rich Lyrics

Richard Millie stuffed in a duffle pop me a perk she in trouble

Foreigns valeted in a huddle still getting chips like ruffles

Flex on a bitch like Popeye Versace Louie Prada

These hoes can't tell me nada I'm all about my dollars

Downtown Dallas for the weekend 2 thick bitches and we freaking

Rolling on Molly's and we tweaking she ate my meat but claim she vegan?

Straps in the club we sneaking we ain't worried bout no beefing

Like a shark im in that deep end u jump stupid then we reaching

Not like theses fakes I'm solid

Shit on these hoes they toilets

I push start it when I start it

My style you gone applaud it

Ya bitch love a nigga I am what cha ain't

My pockets on full I'm a walking bank

I do what ya can't pour meds in the drank

We smoking that good you smell it it stank

Richard Millie stuffed in a duffle pop me a perk she in trouble

Foreigns valeted in a huddle still getting chips like ruffles

Flex on a bitch like Popeye Versace Louie Prada

These hoes can't tell me nada I'm all about my dollars

I got a duffle these niggas in trouble

Boy I'm like popeye boy I got muscle

Ooh he shine harder and he from the struggle

We steppers my hittas and all of my cousins

Bottoms are red these bitches are busting

I'm smoking that fire outta Russia

I shooting that fire outta color

My gold set call it butter I got them foreigns piled up in a huddle

Another another another

Bitches they see me get weak and they stutter

Boy boy boy come and fuck me

I ride on chrome I'm up in my zone

I got them killers all around my home

Chips and cologne lil bitch I'm on

Bitch this a 20 million dollar phone

Boy I got a duffle better not touch that bag

Cause I'm gon bust yo ass

To much of money can't cuff her ass

You know what she want a duffle bag!

300k on the back seat 2 glock nines on dash board

Bad ass bitch in the back seat

Dick standing up like a flagpole I'm in my duffle

Richard Millie stuffed in a duffle pop me a perk she in trouble

Foreigns valeted in a huddle still getting chips like ruffles

Flex on a bitch like Popeye Versace Louie Prada

These hoes can't tell me nada I'm all about my dollars

Yung ricch Louie v all in my duffle

My bitch she mixed like a shuffle

Tool on my hip I don't trust you

Run up nigga ima bust you

Southside nigga smoking gushers

Tell her go slow when she suck it

All of my niggas get buckets

If you fuck me bitch you lucky

Having shit I got accustomed

Just me my brothers my cousins

Rackets they bust out the duffle

Uh oh the game in trouble

Get a pack flip it make double

I'll go broke on the hustle

Ball on these niggas like the bubble

Shoot yo ass I ain't trying to scuffle

Richard Millie stuffed in a duffle pop me a perk she in trouble

Foreigns valeted in a huddle still getting chips like ruffles

Flex on a bitch like Popeye Versace Louie Prada

These hoes can't tell me nada I'm all about my dollars