(Chorus)
I said hold up, back back
Told that girl get off me
I swear that I’m balling
All this money falling
Told my mom don’t worry
All this money on me
Now your bi**h all on me
Lil’ ni**a I’m sorry
I said hold up, back back
Told that girl get off me
I swear that I’m balling
All this money falling
Told my mom don’t worry
All this money on me
Now your bi**h all on me
Lil’ ni**a I’m sorry
(Verse 1)
I just f**ked your bi**h and now you looking sad, damn
Hit it from the back and now the blonde be clapping
Counting all this money that I still was trapping
Water on my jewels, my diamonds get to dancing
Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up
I just talked to Mane Mane, listening to Sosa
Doing shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti
Braid my hair like Muddy, dread my hair like Thugga
Used to argue with my mother
Pray to the lord to watch over my brother
We gon be rich by next summer
All my shooters, yeah, they my lovers
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Lil ni**a I’m sorry
I said lil bi**h I’m sorry
And I know I’m young but don’t card me
And I dream chase with my Barbie
Getting all these racks off these shows
Don’t f**k with rats, now you know
Boy I swear your style is so old
Boy I swear your style growing mold
(Bridge)
Like oh, get off
Oh, get off me
Oh, get off
Oh, get off me
Oh, get off
Oh, get off me
Oh, get off
Oh, get off
(Repeat Chorus)
