feat. Young Scooter, Rich The Kid & Yung Dred

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin
I just fucked your bitch, yeah
And then she call and said that hella sex is
You can have your bitch, yeah
You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her
I don’t need her
She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper
I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her
She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper

Pull up in that Aston Martin with 25 bricks
Black C cone, not the check, I got your bitch
Pull up to the club, nigga, you can have her back
She a black amigo girl, now you know she ‘bout the sack
Pull up in that Aston Martin with 25 bricks
Black C cone, not the check, I got your bitch
Pull up to the club, nigga, you can have her back
She a black amigo girl, now you know she ‘bout the sack

Counting, counting bands, that’s so rare around my racks
I don’t need you, hoe, if you ain’t tryna trigger check
Put that bitch out that Aston Martin for talking bad
And gave her five bands, told her never call me back

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin
I just fucked your bitch, yeah
And then she call and said that hella sex is
You can have your bitch, yeah
You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her
I don’t need her
She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper
I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her
She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper

I don't really want her, but I fuck her like I need her 
Little bad bitch from the hood, think her name Anita  
She come through on the late night and she a eater 
I finessed her out her panties, now she wanna meet the family 
Skirtt, skirtt gone, and don't be calling my phone
I hoped off in that Ghost and I told a hoe to get ghost
I’m a rich nigga, young brick flipper, came up on six figures
Throwing the racks, we getting them bags, I’m plug, nigga, finessing the pack
Fucking your bitch now giving her back, I leave her, know I don’t need her
I got Keisha and Aisha still riding around with that Nini in that Aston Martin two-seater
I just fucked your bitch, have a nano clip on that drone, nigga, have ‘em talking to Chiquita

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin
I just fucked your bitch, yeah
And then she call and said that hella sex is
You can have your bitch, yeah
You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her
I don’t need her
She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper
I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her
She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper