Lyrics
She think I'm him
But I'm chilling wit
The gang
I got all my money
Chilling in the bank
We rob his hoe
We call it
Money in the bank
He wearing all
Red he think
He fucking cane
Yeah we jumping
Off the pier
Ain't no steezy cane
Yo girl Texting me
I know you lame
I can't fuck with a hoe
I can't fuck with your hoe
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
He talking shit
We get him 6 feet below
They ask how I do it
Shit guess I'm a pro
I never trip when
It comes to making dough
He white asf
Man, he looking like the snow
He mad asf yeah
We cook on the stove
She sucking dick for money
Damn what a hoe
How you having baby's
But your hella broke
They say I change
I never change on bro
They fucking on the low
But i will never tell
Finna drive the bus
Shoutout mr dale
I be talking hella shit
I'm finna go to hell
He finna Get the gang
But they all in jail
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk
Tell me how u do it
Tell me how yk