freak, freak, freak), ooh Bankhead got them 808sRTJ, yeah,

she poppin' that shit like she sell PercsBrand new

the pussy on him, make him tap outShe gon'

hundred, new hundred, green hundred, blue hundredYeah, old hundred, new

LattoBig the only rap bitch to bring that fye

on the it look broke (Yeah) and it smell

Yung who can you call?Ayy, who can you call?

two, three, fourUh, yeah, yeahUh, yeah, yeahUh, yeah,

All the rich n***as to the frontBroke n***as to the backIf

Latto, the biggest (Yeah)Haha, look, just copped a

up with no panties on (Uh)Imma have the n***a sweating

Budda we know some good pussy make them n***as

right, all right, all right, all right, all rightAll right,

Young how it sound when I hit your hoBe

Lyrics from Yung Yung out the bands,

this beat so 1: 2 my day was

Hip-Hip is dead, but how when I ain’t dead yetYou anorexic

(Chorus)I'm all for youYou all for meBut truthfully you'd never leaveCause

got standardsOoooh, standardsMmm, I got standardsCan you meet my

Anderson mamiAy dios mío, mamiYeahAy dios mío (Mustard on