6 AM Afterparty

Yeah Who the stupid nigga hittin' on my fucking line? Beg a party, baby, for her, she be stupid firing Hold me sipping lay he sitting on the sofa (on the sofa) Got a wrecka like a barbie she love cocka (she love sosa) Big rocks I got shots look like a tide a tads Running your bitch I got luxa with my lonely watch Spark a fuck nigga cripping on my raid to watch Tell them pass before I mark you with that, ey Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that (Azide on the beat) Bitch I'm killin' any nigga that'll run for my line Boy get a party that'll call me all the time Get ready with the shine you ain't hittin' with the grind And I'ma do it like If you run up on me, I'ma hit you with the shots Call me a forclear for my prospec shots I know that bitch drake 'cause that nigga got lux I ain't even be worried that shit took it on up the top A meg got mag 'cause she group a nigga top Wearing all black like I'm from the cops Making up the music, everybody get a job A-a-all of that GUCCI may you noted I'ma snob Chillin up and happy may you noted I'ma guard Roll up in this bitch and I did it for the squad, yeah I did it for the squad! Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that Yeah, hit you with that money, with that (ey) Hit you with that money, with that