Peezy, Kash Doll - FW That lyrics

(Cutta we rich) yeah, yeah, yeah

Got her own bag, yeah, I can fuck with that
Hit her one time, she ain't comin' back
Yeah, drop a Perc dick, I'm the best at that
Yeah, pin her legs back
Let's have a wrestling match bitch, yeah
Throw them fuckin' racks up in the sky
Let him fart on all my freaks
She suck that dick and she ain't shy
I been trickin' off, buying
That bitch, Chanel, eatin' lobster tail
We been stayin' at five-star hotels
Shoppin' everywhere
Yeah, yeah, I heard it ain't trickin'
If you got it love to trick off on my
Bitch, she hеld it down, plus she solid
Love to put her up on gamе, when I slip up
She keep me polished
Eat that ass fresh out the shower, then
We fuck for a few hours, ayy
Love when she gets dressed, put that shit on
She too hard
I ain't trippin' baby, get whatever you want
Here just take the card
Treat you like the first lady
Have you walk around with a guard
Fuck them bitches, just let 'em talk
Her Chanel purse break they heart

Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G Wag
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She go to school, and she be dancing
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She hit the road and she be scamming
Yeah, I can fuck with that
I buy her shit, she buy me shit too
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that

Every boss need a boss bitch, yeah
I can fuck with that
Pull this Gucci panties to the side
I like to fuck like that
I can make a check when I dream
Don't give a fuck about rap
Every time I blink
Ching ching just made a couple bands
I'm not in a regular bag, this a duffle bag
I think my haters dating now
I made a couple mad
My exes in my Texas like I want they ass
I think my baby daddy born on St
Patty 'cause he a lucky man
Still got the upper hand I can fuck with that
I got a hood pass and passport to match
First time he saw this ass
Yeah he wanna cuff it
Put this ass on the plate
He gon' call it supper
Boss bitch, uppin’ dog shit, you talk shit
Sea sick, lookin' at my chain, you nauseous
If my watch break, call a plumber
This bitch a faucet
I'm not Drake, it's over for you hoes
I think I lost it

Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G Wag
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She go to school, and she be dancing
Yeah, I can fuck with that
She hit the road and she be scamming
Yeah, I can fuck with that
I buy her shit, she buy me shit too
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that