Rolling Loud ft. Big Weigh Lyrics

I cannot go out bad

Yea, I'm my momma last child

I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style

Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while

Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud

Oh, you got a cold heart yea

You wanna see me sad

These racks in my pockets, thigh pads

You know I'ma turn up to the max

And I give my thanks to the Man

Fucked her, she turned to a fan

Me and Sam, we like Baby and Dan

Locked in this bitch like we Anne

Married to money, I swear I'm committed

I want your hoe so I might as well hit it

She wanna show me her twat and her titties

I'm puttin' em down and I'm standin' on business

She said she love when I'm in it

In the back of the bach, got it tinted

We just gettin' shit going, I ain't finished

Call the bro up, I know that he with it

Pray for my cousin every day

Hopin' he get his mind straight

Fuck nigga gettin' in my way

I think they startin' to hate

Constantly dodgin' the fake, I think they tryna take my place

She wanna fuck, made her wait

I'll be damned if that period late

I cannot go out bad

Yea, I'm my momma last child

I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style

Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while

Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud

(Ha!)

Remember that first time I seen that bitch

She was just stuck right there in the crowd

I remember the first time I worked that switch

That shit got the bumping the shit was too loud

WOR shit bitch, we be runnin' the town

Got Ricky and Prada that shit on my fit right now

That piece just D, I need Big right now

Bitch blowin' my phone, I can't hit right now (Ha!)

I'm spendin' this cash on fash ain't spendin' that shit if she ain't throwin' no ass

These niggas be broke, they be showin' they stash

When shit get real, we gon' see if he last

Ha! I fuck on that bitch I don't love her

Spent 3K on a Balenci puffer

She liking my denim, that shit Undercover

She actin' up, then ima sub her

Bitch, it's the only way, it ain't no other

Ha! these niggas ain't put in no pain

In a big body Benz truck stay in your lane

Diamond cut on the lens, had to switch up the frame

Ha! Me and you, we not the same

City to city, I stay on a plane

I was chasin' them racks, but it came with the fame

Can't leave my team, I be feelin' like Dame

I cannot go out bad

Yea, I'm my momma last child

I had the Goyard bag, before it came back into style

Rocking that Chrome Heart tag, ain't put it on in a while

Remember that first time was trippin? We was at Rolling Loud