Slide

Verse one :
Whole lotta hoes on the timeline
Ex tried to hit me with the side eye
Whoa lil baby don’t flex on me
Hit a nigga up when u find time
Designer my body on drip
Water all up in my whip
Chopper don’t fit on my hip
I’ll fuck your daughter n dip
She ain’t know she fucking with a savage uh
Money all up in the mattress
I keep it wrapped in the plastic
I ain’t a fan of no rappers
All of these niggas be cappin’
I ain’t even trying to gas it
Smoke a zip and let it marinate
I ain’t even trying to pass it

Hook :
I know that you keep me on your mind yeah
But money is the only thing i like
Please don’t come around me with the hype yea
Promise you my niggas gonna slide
Oh yeah

Verse 2
Whole lotta bros with the gang shit
Only come around cuz I’m famous
Whoa lil baby don’t flex on me
Or come around me with the lame shit
I’m from the bottom of hell
I weigh it out on the scale
I put the work in the mail
I know my shit finna sell
Don’t ever hit a nigga on the main line
Two bad bitches at the same time
Money coming in like clock work
That’s why u always see me in the bank line
I get the chicken and flip it
I gotta stay on my pivot
You gotta stay out my business
Pussy so good ima kiss it