Queen Of Da Souf (2020) - (as Mulatto)












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Youngest N Richest lyrics - Mulatto

B-B-Bankroll (Big Latto)
Queen of the south
Know what I'm sayin', like (Yeah)
When I be doin' these interviews, they always ask me what's my hobbies outside of rap
Shittin' on bitches (Haha)

I'm the youngest and richest, these bitches know what's up with me (Rich)
If we beefin', I got you, won't book no shows in my city (Grrah)
Too picky wit' the kitty, he ain't hit me, bitch, I'm stingy (Hell nah)
Dare one these rap hoes to diss me (Who?), I been a problem since fifteen (Woo), yeah
Bitch (Bitch), act like you know this shit (Know this shit)
I dropped a hunnid on jewelry during a pandemic
Boss bitch, ain't met a nigga that can handle this (Handlе this)
I was up a quarter mill before the deal, no counterfeit (Yeah)
AP on me iced out, I can't tell what time it is
Shooters in the build', don't be the first dumbass to try this shit
I can't let no nigga baby mama me, they all green (Hell nah)
I ain't stand no threat from no pussy ho, she just talking (Hahaha)
That bitch said I wouldn't be shit and now look at her watchin' (She watchin')
Rich at 21, y'all bitches owe me an apology (On God)
I just put some more money on my brother books (Books)
Another magazine cover, that's another look (Yeah)
I'm the queen of the south, got these bitches shook (South)
All it take is one wrong move to get your shit took
Y'all bitches out here movin' like a nigga puppy (What?)
Make him buy the Birkin for me 'fore he even touch it (Uh)
If I let him hit the Latto then a nigga lucky
Slim thick, but the bank account gettin' chubby, talk to me
Uh (Uh), I be laughin' to the bank, y'all funny
Brand new day, brand new money (New money)
A broke nigga can't do nothin' for me (Nah)
Latto every rich nigga most wanted (On God)
Baby Glock in the bra, it ain't nothin (On God)
Finger fuckin' these hunnids I'm thumbin' (I'm thumbin')
Big Latto, yeah, I keep the money comin'
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Muwop lyrics - Mulatto (feat. Gucci Mane)

(J White I need a beat I can go off on)

[Mulatto:]
I'm a freak a leak
But I can't let a broke nigga beat (No)
Know he for the streets (Yeah, yeah)
So when you see me nigga don't speak, (Shh)
Put 'em straight to sleep
I don't sell pussy, but this ain't cheap (On God)
Abracadabra, got rappers and trappers
Yeah, I got some tricks up my sleeve (Woo)
Drama, I'm with the shits (Uh-huh)
You want a problem? Don't wanna hit
Ol' hoe ass, trick ass, ready to snitch ass
Simp ass, weak ass, bitch (Bitch)
My DM is flooded, my AP is flooded
Still wet this bitch up with the stick
Don't give a fuck, I'm runnin' it up
Big Latto, I pop my shit

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Yeah)
Get it from my mama (Yeah)
I'm not with the games
I'm with all the drama (Yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make' em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Girl)
Get it from my mama (Mama)
I'm not with the games (Games)
I'm with all the drama (Drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

I look good good, bitch, I'm fine fine (Fine, fine)
Make 'em gimme brain, make 'em give me Einstein
I walked in the meetin', label seen a dolla sign
It took a couple M's for me to sign the dotted line
Slim waist with a booty, this nigga dumb if he lose me (Yeah)
This boy think I love him, bitch, I'm Big Latto not Susie
Film him eatin' this coochie, I swear my life is a movie (Yeah)
Walk down nasty with Boosie and now I got one with Gucci (Wop)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Yeah)
Get it from my mama (Yeah)
I'm not with the games (Yeah)
I'm with all the drama (Yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Girl)
Get it from my mama (Mama)
I'm not with the games (Games)
I'm with all the drama (Drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

[Gucci Mane:]
First I take off her bra, she like to fuck in the car
I just shot up the club, that mean I'm fuckin' her raw
When your bitch seen me, she fell in love on the spot
Don't wear ya heart on a sleeve, don't put no trust in no thot (Don't)
I'm a crazy ass nigga, got a bi-polar temper
Go to sleep with my pistol, go to war 'bout my sister
I would fix my bitch body, but she was fine already
Tried to sign Mulatto, but she was signed already (Well damn)
Chopsticks like Karruche, I'ma film make a movie (Gucci)
Sick and tired of Big Gucci, could retire off of Gucci
Can't expire, work for hire, her favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'm a legend like Tookie
Opposite John Legend, I touch keys with no music
Ask how I know it's a hit, because J White just produced it
Favorite gun is the Uzi, favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'ma film this a movie (Guap)

[Mulatto:]
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Girl)
Get it from my mama (Mama)
I'm not with the games (Games)
I'm with all the drama (Drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (Girl)
Get it from my mama (Mama)
I'm not with the games (Games)
I'm with all the drama (Drama)
Make em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
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In N Out lyrics - Mulatto (feat. City Girls)

(M-M-M-Murda)

Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out

It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out

I'ma pop it if I pull out, trap who? Make him pull out
I've been tryna keep it classy, ho, don't make me bring the hood out
If the bitch want beef, tell her "Pull up to the cookout" (Pull up, ho)
Big Latto, big backends, yeah, bitch, I'm booked out (Big Latto)
In and out, I'ma put it in his mouth, uh (In his mouth)
Where my crown, I'm the queen of the south, uh (Queen)
My wrist water, pussy water, don't drown (Uh)
.30 Glock in my Dior, I dare a bitch to run down
It hit harder when you come up from the bottom (On God)
Touched an M at 21, bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' problem
Nigga ain't know how to eat it but I taught him (Yeah)
Put it on him once and then forgot him (The fuck?)

Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out

It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out

Hunnid thousand, that's some chump change (Haha)
Man, this nigga eat my pussy comin' home from the heat game
That bitch is nervous at awards, they won't see changes (Facts)
Boss bitch, boy, I'm too dangerous
Make a trap nigga come up out them palm angels
I ain't cheatin' with no nigga, we was entangled (Jada)
I was skippin' school, y'all was singin' Star Spangled
Fuck a backseat, tryna get them car angles
Put the D in my mouth, in and out, quick and fast (In and out)
Pull it out, make it drip, put it straight up in my ass
Gimme cash 'fore I leave, you might never hit again
Never suck that dick again till that check, it's good riddance (Woah)

Still the same bitch y'all ain't fuckin' with (Aha)
Fresh up out the feds, fuck the government (Aha)
I'on clear rooms 'bout who I'm fuckin' with (Aha)
Really don't need these niggas so I brother them
Pop my shit (Yeah), I ain't scared of no bitch
New AP for every time I took those wrist (Ice, ice, ice, ice)
Don't test my wrist, won't pass this quiz (Yeah)
You bitches was in and out, I'm still that bitch (Period)

Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out

It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out, in in in and out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in in in and in and in out
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He Say She Say lyrics - Mulatto

I don't do the he say, she say
Ayy, ayy (He say, she say)

I love me a country-ass nigga with some gold teeth (Oh)
Fuck all of that talking, just show me (Yeah)
I don't even know nothin' 'bout no basketball
But on the 'Gram flexed up with the floor seats (On God)
Y'all new to this, I'm the young OG (On God)
Ain't a soul on this Earth that owe me (What?)
This that rich bitch shit, I just put my daddy in a bust down Rollie
I got a mil' in the bank (Uh-huh)
I put that on Jesus (I do)
He want me send him the nudes (What?)
But I don't do teasers (Haha)
Nah, you ain't foolin' me, shawty be poppin' that pussy for features (Freaky)
It ain't a Chanel bag big enough for me to stay with a cheater (Fuck)
When you got your own, you the leader

I don't do the he say, she say (Uh-huh)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Be safe)
Big cake like it's my b-day, ayy
Runnin' up a bag like relay
I ain't been to sleep in like three days
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace
Give a damn what he think, she think

Don't let this pretty shit fool you, I really'll do you
I'm rich as fuck, but I still love me a booster
Yeah, I got the bag and went straight to the jeweler
I paid for my sister tuition and tutor
Choppa got titties like it work at Hooters
Cross a bitch out like a motherfuckin' blooper
They heard I fuck with a rapper or hooper
Believe what you want, I ain't clearin' up rumors
Too young to be this rich (Rich)
We can shoot it out or just beat a bitch (Woo, woo)
They say I'm gettin' thick, "What you eatin' sis'?" (Thick)
I been on my bully like a mean bitch (Ayy)
These bitches fraud, they cap a lot (Cap a lot)
Reach for this chain, I'ma slap you out
First person throw some shit at me on stage
We beatin' they ass in the parkin' lot (Woo, woo, woo)
I smell like money and Baccarat (Ooh)
Fendi space boots like a astronaut (Ooh)
I swear, if I said it, I meant it, I'm handlin' business
Ain't rappin' on shit that I'm not about
Don't ask 'bout a nigga I forgot about
Boss bitches only, you is not allowed, cut it out
Self-made bitch, hell you talking 'bout?
Yeah, I got it out the mud, no handout (Bitch)

I don't do the he say, she say (Ayy)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Ayy)
Big cake like it's my b-day, ayy (Big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (Runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been to sleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (Ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (Ayy)
I don't do the he say, she say (Yeah)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Ayy)
Big cake like it's my b-day, ayy (Big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (Runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been to sleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (Ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (Ayy, ayy)

He say, she say
He say, she say
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Pull Up lyrics - Mulatto (feat. 21 Savage)

Diego, Diego, Hitmaka! (B-B-Bankroll Got It)

Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked

I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)

I might slap the shit out a bitch, caught him playin' around (Playin' around)
I rock Prada, fuck with ballers that be movin' pounds (Trappers)
Make that nigga ice me out, these hoes gon' fuck for free, though (Free though)
I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (Nah)
Bitch, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves
Nigga rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (Shoot up the club)
Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, bitch, get your bag up
I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up

Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked

I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (21) (Yeah, yeah)

I got M's for days, I like sticks and K's (21)
I'm a real stepper, I don't stand in line for J's (On God)
If that's your shooter, I hope you paid him minimum wage (21)
Caught his BM at the stop sign, she said she go both ways (On God)
I'm big 4L and they know that (21)
Run up on me, I'ma blow that (Straight up)
Please tell me where the opps at (Straight up)
'Cause they never be where the hoes at (Pussy)
What's your advance? I blow that (Pussy)
Hunnid round drum, nigga, hold that (Pussy)
I take a Wock when I pour that (21)
Them niggas drink green with they broke-ass (21)
Chrome Heart jeans with the racks in 'em (Facts)
All my spots got plaques in 'em (Facts)
All my cars got straps in 'em (Big facts)
All my songs got facts in 'em (Bigger facts)
All my opps got rats with 'em (21)
Slaughter Gang, I'll stick an ax in 'em (21)
Never been friendly, I don't dap niggas (21)
I don't want a Grammy, I'm a rap nigga (21)

Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked

I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)
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Toya Turnup Talks (Skit) lyrics - Mulatto

Girl, come here
Bitch, let me ask you a question (Yeah?)
Have you ever in your motherfuckin' life seen a pussy this motherfuckin' pretty, bitch? On God
I don't think I have
Look at it, hold on, let me put my leg up (Wow)
Look, tight, fat, wet than a bitch, on God
Girl, if I drop my motherfuckin' drawers a nigga gon' have to eat this shit, bitch, on God (Totally)
He gon' have to swipe that motherfuckin' card, bitch, on God (For sure)
Look! (I am)
This pussy pretty, bitch, I gotta go (Yeah)
That's a nice one
Love it, you're so fucking hot
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On God lyrics - Mulatto

Diego
Bankroll got it

Got em like, mhm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin where I'm at
I'm in the wish a bitch woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin jugs
Mhm, swipe that card
Ass on fat
And my bag on large
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God

Shh, Broke bitches too loud
Walk me to the back
I ain't comin thru the crowd
Double hand twist
Have him sittin ona cloud
Hit it from the back
Makin macaroni sounds
Got my own bag
Ion need yours
Cinderella, red bottoms, no chores
Who dat pretty ass thing in a Porshe?
She prolly fuck a rich nigga, of course

Got em like, mhm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin where I'm at
I'm in the wish a bitch woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin jugs
Mhm, swipe that card
Ass on fat
And my bag on large
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God

Tryna hit the Latto
Made em buy a ticket, (buy a ticket)
You'll never catch a bitch flyin Spirit (hell naw)
If you ain't talkin money
Ion wanna hear it
Big Bentayga
He gon eat it while I'm steerin
Got it on me
Wish a bitch would run up
Each occasion, imma need two hunna
Ex nigga still ain't found another
Hope he brought an umbrella if the nigga goin under

Got em like, mhm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin where I'm at
I'm in the wish a bitch woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin jugs
Mhm, swipe that card
Ass on fat
And my bag on large
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God

Got em like, mhm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin where I'm at
I'm in the wish a bitch woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin jugs
Mhm, swipe that card
Ass on fat
And my bag on large
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
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Look Back At It lyrics - Mulatto

Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (Damn, damn)

Atlanta bitch with a Miami cuban
Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty
Won't let him fuck but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (Ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that pussy wet
I don't only got a check on the internet
Top floor, penthouse where I'm sittin' at
He a trick, I'ma make a nigga send that
Don't bring up no TV show, bitch, I been bodied that
I got a Birkin as big as a body bag
Freak like a circus, on dick, I'm an acrobat
If you can't eat it, just spell out the alphabet
Yeah (Mmm), pussy make a nigga say "Mmm"
Hop in that 'Vette and I vroom
Black triple hommie, it's full of them goons

Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (Damn, damn)
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (Damn, damn)

Brand new baguetties (Ice)
He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (Uh)
He fell in love when he met me (He met me)
I fuck that nigga life up if he let me (On God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Up in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by money, that lil' shit petty
Niggas get intimidated when a bitch talk heavy
Got 'em tryna do what I do (I do)
Drop the nigga, bounce back with the tool
Flood the wrist but I coulda went cool
You can come up from nothin', I'm proof (I'm proof)
Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I catch a flight to Cali just to see a new view
How we got the same 24 but you still broke?
I can't give a bum nigga no excuse (Hell no)
Ass on fat, make a nigga look back (Back)
I'ma shop when I land, I ain't even gon' pack
I be switchin' out niggas like a motherfuckin' mat
First Atlanta rap bitch with a muhfuckin' plaque (On God)
Make a nigga wanna grab at it, yeah
Drop a nigga like a bad habit, yeah
Got him jumpin' on the bandwagon
Signed to RCA but this pussy Atlantic

Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (Damn, damn)
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No Hook lyrics - Mulatto

Big Latto
Yeah

I got money and my own family started acting funny
I don't trust nobody, keep it on me
I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely (Yeah)
Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me (Pussy)
Bitch, I want my time back, bruises, had to hide that
I thought I was pregnant, to this day, I'm thanking God for that
Fuck The Rap Game, still happy I ain't sign that
No sleep, when I land, headed straight to sound check
Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do (Yeah)
How the fuck they book me for some shit with no proof? (Shit cap)
Bitch, I ain't forgot how y'all was clownin', but it's cool
I'ma sue and get the last laugh on 'em when I'm through
I love my OG, but he ain't show me how to treat shit
No wonder why I let that nigga try me like a weak bitch
Shouldn't have made the tape, he keep on threatenin' to leak shit
I let a nigga break me, now I'm pickin' up the pieces (Yeah)
She used to be my dawg, but now she telling all my business (Bitch)
If I could take it back, I wouldn't have been on television (Hell no)
'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning
Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (Straight up)
Heart been broke way too many times (Times)
Me and Brooke beatin' bitches, still banned from Mount Zion
I can't let the industry get between me and mine
Swear I'm trying not to lose it, but this shit be havin' me crying
Mama had me at fifteen, really got it out the mud (Yeah)
I came home from school and seen bags, hella drugs
Lost the bond with my daddy for some money and a buzz
Swear the industry the devil, shit, it is what it was
Ain't no stranger on the 'net finna tell me 'bout my life, though (Hell nah)
As a kid, feelin' too black for the white folks
Ain't changin' my name, disagree and you can die slow
Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know (Bitch)

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Off Top lyrics - Mulatto (feat. 42 Dugg)

Big Latto, brr
Yeah, yeah
(Hitmaka)
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)

They all be fly, I ain't shit like them
Drop racks on fabric, I don't sit like them
Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby
These hands go crazy, make a bitch goddamn
All-white when I come through
Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two
Your nigga ain't hard, fuck around and catch one too
Real big stepper
Crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah
Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses
Don't get extorted, bitch, I do extortion
Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted
My pussy expensive, boy, you can't afford it
Young and I'm bad, I'm saditty and pretty
And I get active, I make a ho feel it
Glock in my panty, don't make me go get it
Nasty, he tryna fuck on my period

Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front

Never tell a ho nothin', keep shit to myself
[?] five-hundred my belt
Never needed no help to shit on you
Loyalty over royalty, I been on it
Pack, it be comin' back like we spin it
Nigga steady hittin' my pints, he finished
Back in the day we [?]
Now every night, turn niggas to bitches
I don't like pictures, fuck you mean?
Baddie in the west but you from the south
Come fuck with me, I'm up from beans
I fuck with weed and a lil' bit of coke
Real dope boy spend five on coats
I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds
Hooked on Wock' still looking for the red
45 Glock, big 3-0
Twenty-five hundred, tryna fuck the CEO
Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt
Please no fire, lil' bitch, I'm hurt
Bustin' [?]
Please, freeze

Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
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My Body lyrics - Mulatto

(On, on, on and on, on)
(Ghost Kid the producer)

I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (A body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (My body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (He's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (Body)
Drive my body crazy

I'm tryna leave the club and let you do my body (Uh)
Wake up in it like a new Bugatti
Know these bitches hate to see me winning
But ain't shit that they could do about it
Off the Henny, I'm too toxic (Uh)
I don't give a damn who watching
Pussy wet, chain VVS
That's big drip like two faucets

Shit too easy
Blueface, I make this shit look easy (Look easy)
Call me when you need it
If you want it, say it like you mean it
Henny turn me to a demon

I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (A body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (My body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (He's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (Body)
Drive my body crazy

Body to body, I tell him what he wanna hear
I'm talkin' that shit in his ear
If I let him hit it, can't leave outta here
We make a movie that never premiere
We grown (Grown), I took a few shots of Patron
He get in them drawers and cut the radio off, wanna hear when I moan
Boss bitch, got my own shit, plus I handle my business
Want a real nigga, need a trill nigga that gon' stay out his feelings (Stay out his feelings)
He know what I need, I tell him "Get in it"
This pussy lean and I got him sippin' (Yeah)
That boy a fiend, I fill his prescription (Yeah)
He hate when I'm trippin'

Better not tell nobody (Nobody)
Fold and flip me over, origami (I body)
Said "I'm on the way", that mean I'm coming (Yeah, yeah)
This shit wet, I leave a mess
I'm just tryna catch the next

I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (A body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (My body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (He's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (Body)
Drive my body crazy

Nobody
I body
Drive my body crazy
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Blame Me lyrics - Mulatto

Can't blame me
Yeah

I'll admit it, I be tripping 'bout the small shit
Insecure is what you call it
Say you don't trust me, then what is the point of all this?
Say I'm tripping, I'm bitching, you 'bout to call it quits

I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
Feel the connection but somehow I feel like I'm alone
Too gone to hold onto the pain, gotta move on
How I let my past fuck up what we got going on?

I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back

I just need some reassurance to show me you all in
Baby, fuck me like you love me, like you fresh out the pen
If I could do it all over, I'd do it again
Now boo better than the way I move back then
Shit, this ain't perfect, it's a vibe
We be on some gang shit like we Bonnie and Clyde
We ride or die
But this shit bottled up inside
He said fuck the past and put that hurt to the side
But shit, I'm tryna

I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
I'm protecting myself of what I been through before
Good at covering up the pain, but it's gettin' old
How I let my past fuck up what we got going on?

I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back
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Bitch From Da Souf (Remix) lyrics - Mulatto (feat. Saweetie & Trina)

Big 'Latto, big remix (Bankroll Got It), yeah

I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it (I throw it)
I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah (Ice, ice)
Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris (Okay)
Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections (Real bitch)
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw (Yeah)
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh (Yeah)
I run it up, they busy running they mouth (Run it, run it)
I'm a real-ass, rich-ass bitch from the Souf, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, Souf)

First off, I ain't fuckin' for no clout (Nah)
I ain't fuckin' on no nigga sleepin' on his patna couch (What the fuck?)
He wanna fuck, rather sit it on his mouth (Uhh)
I'm a freak-ass, street-ass, bitch from the Souf (Haa)
Is you gon' catch it? Eat it up for breakfast? (Yeah)
I ain't athletic on the dick, I do gymnastics (Okay)
I hit up Saweetie like, "What's up? I'm in The Bay" (The Bay)
The baddest bitch in MIA said I'm good when I'm in Dade (Uh)

I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it (I throw it)
I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah (Ice, ice)
Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris (Okay)
Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections (Real bitch)
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw (Yeah)
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh (Yeah)
I run it up, they busy running they mouth (Run it, run it)
I'm a real-ass, rich-ass bitch from the Souf, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, Souf, Icy)

Got my bag up on the East, brought it back to the West (Uh-huh)
Bitches foul and run they mouth, I'ma have to call a tech (Brr)
Black Rapunzel with the bundles got 'em flowin' down my back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know Saweetie get love from the office to the trap (Uh-huh)
Rich niggas want me (Want me), big figures on me (Uh-huh)
Got a snowflake 'round my neck lookin' like a whole thing
Fuck around and catch a cold, bussin' hoes I don't sneeze ('Choo)
Johnny brighten up my smile, he my dentist low-key
Why these hoes testin' me? (Mm-mm) I ain't no fuckin' ACT (I ain't)
You need to do what you just took and that's a fuckin' SAT (Ho)
I put that on my ICY piece (Woo), I need a new one ASAP
Yo' man just bought you a Rollie, I'm on my third bust down AP (Whew), ayy

I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it (Better catch it)
I call Mulatto up when I'm tryna get ratchet, ayy (I get ratchet)
You love my lips, get it tatted on your neck (Shh)
I'm a real-ass, trill-ass bitch from the West (Biatch)

I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it (I throw it)
I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah (Ice, ice)
Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris (Okay)
Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections (Real bitch)
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw (Yeah)
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh (Yeah)
I run it up, they busy running they mouth (Run it, run it)
I'm a real-ass, rich-ass bitch from the Souf, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, Souf, Trina)

I throw it, he catch it like Odell, it's wet and the pussy got no smell
Can't come to my residence, leavin' no evidence, meet me at the hotel
He said "You don't respect me, you just want a check", he know me so well
I don't fuck with no losers or liars, I ain't takin' no Ls
Nice waist on me (Yeah), yo' nigga wanna taste on me (Ahh)
Nigga, don't FaceTime my line, just come put face on me (Yuh)
Got M's in a Swiss offshore, that's why all my shit cost more
Got my sauce right and it's off-white, can't get it at the store (Hahaha), now watch how

I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it (I throw it)
I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah (Ice, ice)
Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris (Okay)
Real gutta bitch, real plugs and connections (Real bitch)
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw (Yeah)
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh (Yeah)
I run it up, they busy running they mouth (Run it, run it)
I'm a real-ass, rich-ass bitch from the Souf, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, Souf)

(Yeah, no, yeah)
Bitch, hahahaha (No)
I run it up, they busy running they mouth
I'm a real-ass, rich-ass bitch from the Souf (Souf)
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Queen lyrics - Mulatto

Queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Big Latto), I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a...

It's the queen of the south (South)
Yeah, they call me "Big Latto" 'cause of my bank account (Big Latto)
How you know this pussy good? He say he heard, word of mouth (Mm)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to quit the Birkins 'cause y'all burnin' them out (On God)
Y'all really broke, y'all let corona put that ass in a drought
Can't respond to him if he had this ass in his mouth (Mm)
Let me know who want the smoke 'cause, bitch, I'm passin' it out
Richer than all of my old opps, I laugh at 'em now (Haha)
It's the muhfuckin'...

Queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen (bitchbitchBig Latto)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Yeah), I'm a queen (Yeah)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Yeah), I'm a queen (Yeah, yeah)

I walk, talk, eat, even fuck like a queen (Queen)
Drop the cool ten piece on these Chrome Heart jeans
Pretty and ghetto, I'm every hood nigga dream (Dream)
Get caught in the crossfire tryna get in between (Bitch)
I got too much fatty to be petty or messy
It's gon' take more than a Birkin for a nigga to undress me
He won't get the chance to sex me, I'ma dip after Becky
And I'm the muhfuckin' queen, now who the fuck gon' check me?

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Bitch), I'm a queen (bitchbitchBig Latto)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Yeah), I'm a queen (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a queen
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me (Yeah), I'm a queen (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a...

Queen, I'm a queen
All eyes on me, I'm a...
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Sex Lies lyrics - Mulatto (feat. Lil Baby)

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Peep the way I put it on you, got you fallin' (Got you fallin')
Tell you slide when it's five in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Keep the ice when I ride 'cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Oh yeah no wonder you keep callin'

You know it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies
Oh baby, it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what I wanna hear (Hear)
Tell me how you want it, tell me how you feel (Hmm)
Sex drive, I just hope that you can steer (Hmm)
Sex lies in my ear, give me chills (Ooh)
I know you don't mean it (Mean it)
Just answer when I need it (I need it)
Ain't no strings attached, so it ain't nothin' can get between it (Oh)
Drunk dials in the evening
That liquor keep me fiending (Ooh)
I'm just tryna grant you all your wishes, sex genie (Ah)
Freaky, nasty
Backseat of the balcony (Ooh)
I don't even remember what I said, so don't you ask me (Nah)
Whatever keep you happy, don't take this shit to heart (To heart)
'Cause we was in the moment, but that shit stay in the dark (Shhh, sex lies)

Peep the way I put it on you, got you fallin' (Got you fallin')
Tell you slide when it's five in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Keep the ice when I ride 'cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Oh yeah no wonder you keep callin'

You know it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies
Oh baby, it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Drive her crazy when I talk, when we fuckin'
But it's crazy 'cause if I ain't have nothin
We wouldn't be talkin' or fuckin'
I bust a nut and that's the, end of discussion
I fuck you like it was our last time
I know it's lust, I'll say that I love you (I love you)
I might just, whisper in your ear and tell you nobody gon' fuck like me
Then she'll turn around, when she look back up, like I'ma make you wife me
I push on her legs, I go in deep and she don't even fight it
I won't stop until we reach the climax, I'ma keep on climbin'
Look me in my eyes and say it's mine but I just know she lyin'
Always on the grind, I don't have time for no wine and dining
I can find another you before you can go find a dime
You gon' make the pussy come for daddy, it's my favorite line
Baby

Peep the way I put it on you, got you fallin' (Got you fallin')
Tell you slide when it's five in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Keep the ice when I ride 'cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Oh yeah no wonder you keep callin'

You know it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies
Oh baby, it's a vibe, goin' all night
Look me in the eyes, tell me sex lies
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's a vibe, it's a vibe
It's a vibe, it's a vibe
(Sex lies)
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Step It Up lyrics - Mulatto

Big Latto

One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up
I ain't beefin' on the 'Gram, bitch, set it up
Yeah, threw a bag in Major City and they swept it up
Tryna hit the Latto, need better luck
Uh, get yo' ass popped, no 7UP
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up, step it up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up
One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up (Yeah)

Fuck the Birkin, now I want the [?]
Cop the Date, now I need the Prezi (Ice)
Big Latto, bitch, I talk heavy
Fuck and duck 'em, we ain't goin' steady
Push the Bentayga like a Chevy
Classy but I'm nasty like [?]
Sent the jet to me 'fore he met me (Yeah)
Only 21, they can't catch me
Daddy gave a bag to me, he know I'ma double up
Bitch, I'm in a bandemic, y'all just scared to run it up
Three show, one night, sum it up
Lil' bitch, you ain't gettin' in if you ain't come with us
I just copped a brand new Hummer truck
Take a nigga bitch, I ain't gay but don't give a fuck
Wylin' out 'bout some dick, you ain't one of us (What?)
I just get talked about, I don't get touched

One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up
I ain't beefin' on the 'Gram, bitch, set it up
Yeah, threw a bag in Major City and they swept it up
Tryna hit the Latto, need better luck
Uh, get yo' ass popped, no 7UP
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up, step it up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up
One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up (Yeah)

Cut off the top, I divorced it (Skrrt)
Hopped out the Porsche in them all white Forces (Skrrt)
Got a trap nigga and my other nigga corporate
Yeah, I need two niggas now, I got choices
[?], got a bitch hearin' voices
Y'all buyin' drip so I'm 'bout to invoice it (Yeah)
Bitch, you ballin' off of unemployment (What?)
Nigga ain't mine, treat him like a dick appointment (Ha)
Richest bitch to come up out this city
Kept the Benz, still copped the Bentley (Skrrt)
Dub for a show when I was twenty (Uh)
A year later, bitch, I need a milli'
Pussy pretty, sticky, and it's slippery (Uh)
If I ever fucked him, know he miss me (Mm)
Forgot to post the mansion, I been busy (On God)
Bitch, I'm on a roll like a sixty

One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up
I ain't beefin' on the 'Gram, bitch, set it up
Yeah, threw a bag in Major City and they swept it up
Tryna hit the Latto, need better luck
Uh, get yo' ass popped, no 7UP
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up, step it up
Just gettin' started, I ain't lettin' up
Fuckin' for a bottle and a hookah, need to step it up (Uh)
One nigga ain't enough, gotta step it up
Yeah, need two niggas now, I'ma level up
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up (Step it up)
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Stank lyrics - Mulatto

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank (Yeah)
I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank (Mm-hmm)
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank

Like Beyoncé, like Trina (Like Trina)
I'm a bad yellow bitch with a rich ass demeanor
I be doggin' these hoes like PETA (Like PETA)
I rock Chanel wife beaters in a two seater Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still the shit, you see the flies on me, bitch (Flies on me, bitch)
Got 'em pissed 'cause they guys on my dick (Guys on my dick)
All these sacks, blowin' racks on my bitch
Tell her "Throw it in the bag," we ain't tryin' on that shit (Tryin' on that shit)
I'm not these lil' hoes that you try
I do not let shit slide, you got me fucked up (Yeah)
I'm bad and I'm rich and I'm fine
Make 'em pay for my time and you still can't fuck

I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank (Yeah)
I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank (Mm-hmm)
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank

My best friend that nina, we both pop shit
If we beefin' then it's up, ain't no off switch (Hell nah)
Grocery shoppin' with the Birk like they don't cost shit
I told my nigga 'bout my nigga 'cause I'm toxic
I woke up and copped the PJ 'cause I felt like it
Pussy put that boy to sleep on some jetlag shit (Shh)
You'll never catch me hangin' with no messy ass bitch (Hell no)
Any nigga pillow talkin', that's some messy ass dick (Bitch)
Bitch, you must be crazy (Crazy)
Worried 'bout me, need to find a daddy to that baby (What?)
Mm, fuck the Hummer, give me brain in that Mercedes
Mm, I'on want it 'less it's sloppy like some gravy (Yeah, yeah)

I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank (Yeah)
I walk like, I talk like, I act like, I look like
I think like my shit don't stank (Mm-hmm)
I fuck like, I suck like, I ride like, I taste like
I look like my shit don't stank

Beyoncé, like Trina
I'm a bad yellow bitch with a rich ass demeanor
Like Beyoncé, like Trina (Like Trina)
I'm a bad yellow bitch with a rich ass demeanor
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Spend It lyrics - Mulatto

Big Latto
Everything big
Lately, I been feelin' like
Gotta make the money, can't let the money make you
(D-Diego)
(Ba-Ba-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, yeah

Came from the south, I done made a couple M's
I can get a nigga hit, you better mind your business
Made it to the top, I cut off a couple friends
Daddy always used to tell me I'm way too friendly
Remember they were hatin' when I'd pull up in the Benz
Now them bitches gon' be sick when I pull up in the Bentley
'Bout the brand new money, countin' hundreds
Comin' in so fast that I can't even spend it

One, two, three, four, shooters at the show
Ain't no stripper but I work that pole
Every bitch 'round me on go (On go)
'Latto rich as fuck but I still want more
Came from the bottom, I ran it up
Walk in the club, on the couch and I'm standin' up (Yeah)
Bitch want a problem, I handle her
Light this bitch up like a muhfuckin' camera
Big back, got a lil' bitty bitch big mad
Off-White, no off nice and I mean that
Shades on my face, Andre, cost three racks
Big stepper, get stepped on, no T-Rex
Fifty for a walkthrough (Walkthrough)
Playin' with the 'Latto gon' cost you ('Latto)
Pussy make a nigga say, "I do" (Yeah)
Rich nigga so you know his bitch is a boss too (Yeah)

Came from the south, I done made a couple M's
I can get a nigga hit, you better mind your business
Made it to the top, I cut off a couple friends
Daddy always used to tell me I'm way too friendly
Remember they were hatin' when I'd pull up in the Benz
Now them bitches gon' be sick when I pull up in the Bentley
'Bout the brand new money, countin' hundreds
Comin' in so fast that I can't even spend it
Came from the south, I done made a couple M's
I can get a nigga hit, you better mind your business
Made it to the top, I cut off a couple friends
Daddy always used to tell me I'm way too friendly
Remember they were hatin' when I'd pull up in the Benz
Now them bitches gon' be sick when I pull up in the Bentley
'Bout the brand new money, countin' hundreds
Comin' in so fast that I can't even spend it

Can't give you my heart, it's Chrome (It's Chrome)
21, two million dollar home (Yeah)
Call my nigga on my other nigga phone
While the other one givin' me dome (Uh)
Rose with the white, new chain, two-tone
Rich bitch, I do laundry in VLONE (Yeah)
I'on wanna hear 'bout that show, I'm grown
First generation millionaire, got it on my own
My kids gon' be rich and they kids gon' be rich (Rich)
Spent a backend on some brand new tits
I spiral that cash in the club, Mike Vick
Name another young bitch poppin' shit like this (Like this)
Cornbread thick like fish in my grits
Bitch from the south but my nigga from the Six
Cuban link hit, yeah bitch, it's a brick
Lookin' like I gotta piss, now I'm holdin' that blick (Blicky)

Came from the south, I done made a couple M's
I can get a nigga hit, you better mind your business
Made it to the top, I cut off a couple friends
Daddy always used to tell me I'm way too friendly
Remember they were hatin' when I'd pull up in the Benz
Now them bitches gon' be sick when I pull up in the Bentley
'Bout the brand new money, countin' hundreds
Comin' in so fast that I can't even spend it
Came from the south, I done made a couple M's
I can get a nigga hit, you better mind your business
Made it to the top, I cut off a couple friends
Daddy always used to tell me I'm way too friendly
Remember they were hatin' when I'd pull up in the Benz
Now them bitches gon' be sick when I pull up in the Bentley
'Bout the brand new money, countin' hundreds
Comin' in so fast that I can't even spend it (Ba-Ba-Bankroll Got It)
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