B.A.D (Bout a Dolla)
Goyard Gotti
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Hey, hey, how you doing Remember me I'd have to lose all the brain cells in my head before I forget something as fine as you Does everyone need an audition to get with you You ain't gotta go through all that shit Then I'll choose you Lil Demi Lovato, man I swear that she model And I just call her baby like she need to be swaddled She bought a dollar, yeah she bad from the mini pool in her bag She from the era of drip, she said only lame say swag She a beamer bitch, she ain't hoppin' in no Jag 100th hour better, huh, you know I scoop in this rag She like this old school Cadillac Thunder God, whippin' wood grain just like a battle axe And I don't even send her, she just clear 6K off of just Tinder She my tenderoni like I'm Bobby I make her cook for me like I'm Bobby Flay I see it in your face, baby, you got what it takes You can put it in my pocket, you know it's safe Till it make it back to the safe We in the city for like one or two days Pimpin' can go like one or two ways Say I'm your tour guide, baby, while we guide through this maze Said 20Ks, that's all frankies I would be impressed, but I wouldn't say I'm amazed Before I let you go, you know I need this dough I can't be around no lazy bitch to just lay up and smoke Told her go hit a quota, she hit that off a cam server Hit tax 50 to f*ck off the overs My old bitch is lookin' sick because I leave him with no closure We just roll Dozier, early bird, get the wax worm and a cup of Folgers I just got a text from Nola, you know my girl from the Nola But I'm posted on Front Street where you gotta know Soulja Bad bitch maintenance, nails done, sew in and a perfect closure You know, Corona got us fucked up, so she been actin' stuck up If they ain't talkin' bout money, baby, I don't give two fucks She ain't drinkin' out the bottle, she'll pour you a cup She cater like the best and she got cake just like a bakery You know we hit that condo, she gotta take a shower before she lay with me She know better than to play with me, I be finessin' shit from A to Z I flew her out to AZ, we hit Scottsdale, Tempe, Chandler For three weeks with no sleep She fucked around and hit like three or four athletes You know we runnin' this money like a fuckin' trap meet Took out the Compton, you know we had to hit the swap meet I bought a Regal cause you know I had to switch feet Hibachi with the retro Hirachis DuPont Registry, I'm tryna price a Maserati Send her down to the DR so she can get a new body Said, baby, what we do, you can't repeat to nobody She just smiled politely and then she nodded Hmm, she barely old enough so she still get carded But that ass retarded
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