Model in Thong

I got it cold, 410.

The bitch get loose, she tryna win.

I beat her by the ounce, I beat her in.

It's 40 in the couch, I let her spin.

When the cars lit, better call in.

She done popped all out, she done caught twin.

I done went as fast, I done put the raw in.

I done hit the strip club and split the top ten.

I shot it out of Glico.

She becoming hot just like a heat stroke.

I can see it lurking through the peephole.

I'm stacking different money, type of C-notes.

I'm talking C-notes, ****, hit the C-notes.

You spend what you want, and you get what you want.

I guess you got what you wanted.

You're hitting the pole, and you're giving it your all.

Now you're keeping it honest.

It's too many nights, and we're nameless.

It's too many nights, and we're famous.

It's too many nights, and we're frameless.

Say it, uh, uh, uh.

I can't jump, uh, uh.

Can't even jump, uh, uh.

Can't even jump, uh, uh.

I got it cold, 410.

The bitch get loose, she tryna win.

I mean it, I do have, I mean it.

Money in the cabs, and let it spin.

You made a hundred, and you fall back.

Did you wanna call back?

Knowing that you're all that bad.

Oh, it's the one in all your dashboard.

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