18K (feat. Juicy J)

Lilbootycall

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Yeah

Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, I've been movin' weight
I ain't talkin' cocaine, baby, feel up on my chain
18 karat gold, royal flush flow
I can, I can do the flip, mathematics on my phone
Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, I've been movin' weight
I ain't talkin' cocaine, baby, feel up on my chain
18 karat gold, royal flush flow
I can, I can do the flip, mathematics on my phone

I can do the flip, spend a bag and get it back, back
Texas boy, I'm sippin', sippin', don't got time for chattin'
Bitch I'm on the road, preparin' for the show
Throw on my Raf Simons, blue, red, white like G.I. joe
They all tell me how to feel, they all tell me how to write
If I said, "Fuck how they feel," baby tell me, am I right?
I will never change for a pocket full of change
But I'll tell you somethin', baby, since the money, I've been insane, Call

Up, up and away we go, we don't fuck with plated gold
Boy these pointers hittin', nigga, my shit look like H2O (Yeah, ho)
I don't fuck with all these niggas, all these bitches know what's up
Tryna see how many fit inside the Lamborghini truck (Yeah, ho)
I pull up, we roll up, she can't ride if she don't suck
Threesome with some twins, that's the only way I give two fucks
Pretty little bitch on more powder than a funnel cake
Two-seater and my top missin' like a runaway
Racks in my drawers, I got plaques on my walls
I say yes to ratchet pussy, but I never hit it raw
18 karats like a salad, all my pockets stuffed with lettuce
White diamonds in my Patek, we gon' call it ranch dressing, yeah