Pull up in a foreign, that's sick
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don't fold, that's sick
(1, 1, 1) (what else?)

And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)
And my drip, that's sick, my whip, that's sick (skrrt)
Then she wanna fuck, I want that neck, that's sick
Oh, my bitch, she lit (she lit), my pockets fat as shit (it's fat)
Your pockets stay on fit, boy, you ain't buyin' shit

I hit the doctor for a check up, but I'm still sick (but I'm still sick)
Man, I know y'all niggas broke, y'all spendin' counterfeit (there you go)
Flood the Richard Mille, I might drown the bitch (I might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mil', but I ain't counted it (Rich)
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick

Let's go
Bitch, I'm sick, like I got the flu (huh?)
Fuckin' around wit' your boo
Yes sir, I'm back in that mood
Pullin' out hunnids and all of 'em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is sh, vroom
Blessin' the bitch, like, "Achoo"
BDB ENT, bitch, you know how we do
You wanna fuck 'Baby? You gon' fuck the crew, yeah
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch, it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin' me baby, she callin' me daddy (damn)
I cannot play with a hoe, she don't wanna fuck, she go home in a taxi (yup)
Won't even get that bitch an Uber (huh?), Just spent a lil' bag on my jewelry

And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)

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Writer(s): Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Samuel Jimenez