feat. Azealia Banks, Quavo & Gucci Mane


I’m like hey, what’s up, hello 
Since you pretty awesome, as you came at that door 
I just wanna chill, got a sak for us to go 
Marry to the money, introduce you to my stove 
Show her how to wip it, now she remixin’ alone 
She my trap queen let her hit the bado 
We’ve been coutin’ on as I watch the fans go 
We just set and go talk about your lambo 
Have sixty fifty gran for a hundred grams thou 
Man I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the street club, we’ll be landing on banz and roll
Everybody hatin’ we just call it fans thou 
In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin’ go 

(Hook)
And I am high with my baby 
I just love ‘em all, I get fly with my baby 
And I get rock with my baby 
I’ll be in the kitchen cookin’ pals 
I’m like hey, what’s up, hello 

(Verse: Azealia Banks)
She came wippin’ that kick for the hustle
Ay, she cookin’ that stick in the oven 
Got palls on a side I could bang and buzz it 
Give a shake to the bitches who frontin’ this nuthin 
Bein’ thou, bomb shell, be dismiss who mix well
Fish cale, hopin’ on that ____(?) this female 
All about the egales, queen flips I’m on vigil, she says, he sais
High draw with it, pow boy 
Get money and get right dog, sent that thing and send it right dog
Caught this banz to survival 
You like thou, bodyguard his azlo 
Peddy caught for that popper 
Is that so, everything ____(?) we got drugs, we got us 

(Hook: Azealia Banks)
And I am high with my baby 
I’mma be the one who run and die with you baby 
Yeah, yeah 
And I’mma slide for my baby 
I just wanna be your number one 

(Verse: Gucci Mane)
First a nigga ever see, pull up in that limousine 
Hit her with that magazine and now they play that violin
Take your bitch right from your team 
I talk to that bitch that work for me 
First they buy me thirty G and next they buy me thirty K 
I wish my life be dirty, bitch I swear they can’t do it in a team 
Gucci mane that type of queen 
Trilling what the fuck you mean 
I’mma keep that popper, been with brother, hit and bleed 
Count my money, where was she?
Ooh get shit no, ooh nah shit no 
With a bad bitch with it goin’ that shit no 
It’s just fallin’ tips, I’m textin’ you 
You like a grand chick nigga, I’m smashing you 
You just a dead boy, it’s all you dare to be 
And he will do find that boy, that’s for mama feed 
All your macarole, it’s all you bangin’ me 
Or I tell the square that I gave a nigga sign to me 

(Hook)

(Verse)
I’m like hey, what’s up, hello 
I meet you in the kitchen wipin’ in a bando 
And I’mma need you to cook now baby 
And when you cook that baby, I’mma buy a Mercedes 
Yea, look at the tags on ‘em 
Ooh, I wanna ride on ‘em 
And we in the cook goin’ crazy 
Blowin’ in and swetin’, it’s a getaway vacation
She the trap queen, she cookin’ 
I’m a trap queen, I bring it fast 
You a pussy so I took you bad 
If you get mind of what you baby say yeah 

(Hook)