Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh (Bitch)
Oh (yeah, huh) , oh (yeah, huh)
Oh (yeah, huh, huh) , oh (yeah, huh)

Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean
I don't like them niggas that be on
I wan' see your thing
And I got that swag, point it like a beam
Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me
Huh, he be looking out for me
I got so much damn good luck
Four leaf clover me
And I'm rich now so Range Rover me
All my niggas twelve years
Ahead like a Dobermann

I don't do narcotics, I'm a sober man
I want fifty for a show now
Bring out many men
It's Rula San Black, bitch, I'm heaven sent
Bringing dark niggas to the five
Like I'm heavy met'
And I know you talking down on it
When you bring dark niggas
To the light, yeah, they frown on it
Too above, I cannot fall for no counterfeit
When I feel they showing love
'cause they hug, damn, huh, doubted it
Huh, too many racks, huh, in account
I couldn't tell you if I fucked your ho
I can't keep count
Once they get a text from me
They gon' keep 'round when I drop you off
Wait you get to the door safe and sound
Uh, uh, uh, know you like me
But it ain't a problem to be
Honest 'cause I like shit
Huh, sixty-four degrees where the damn shades
And I know I'm good for you, babe
Like a damn bed
Good for you, ho, like a damn bed
I can't fuck with that ho, she a damn fed
Since she ain't responding, bitch
I'm finna shake her damn flag
Screaming in this mic on a
Stool to this damn beat

Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean
I don't like them niggas that be on
I wan' see your thing
And I got that swag, point it like a beam
Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me
Huh, he be looking out for me
I got so much damn good luck
Four leaf clover me
And I'm rich now so Range Rover me
All my niggas twelve years
Ahead like a Dobermann

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

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Writer(s): BROOKLYN RODRIGUEZ, CAMERON PITTS, PERCELL LEE