red beans

Come on, come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on, come on, uh

Go ahead, pop that perc, wash it down with lean

Thot hoe going to work, got a teddy bear full of codeine

Bitch walk down that bag, yeah, all my hoes they green, whoa

Push start in my Jag, riding down magazine, come on

Bitch I'm from New Orleans, got a pot that's full of red beans

Then I know I'm a target, nigga, too fresh, too clean

Then I know I'm a target, nigga, too fresh, too clean

Whoa, frenzy got her talking now she see me in her dreams

I got a Rick Owens, Doc Martens that bitch gon' sauce on me