IWF ft. B. Lewie & FatRay100 Lyrics

Ayy, we ain't half doin' shit, we get it done

That bag already sold before it come

She got a fatty, you can see it from the front

Chocolate face like my favorite 41

She ain't mine, but when I call her, she gon' come

You number seven, but tonight, bae, you the one

She in her feelings, still gon' suck me till I'm numb

She tryna lock a nigga down, I'm on the run

No explanation, baby, call it what you want

If it ain't pape, then we can't talk about it once

You gotta drop a golden ticket, Willy Wonka bout the Runtz

Put money in her conversation, all she talk about is us

Ayy, they call me shaggy, I be fuckin' with that pup

Could send the blitzs and I ain't gotta hear it hut

I'm only in it for the WAP, you know what's up

She get that text and they say IWF, I wanna fuck

White Buffy's on freeze, you can't ban the snowman

Still couldn't touch shit I did if my hands was your hands

You couldn't get close to me if my mans was your mans

I got a trap with boy and girl, this bitch co-ed

Riding Rucci life Gucci, tell that bitch go head

You pillow-talking with a bitch that couldn't fix your bed

That G-Wag, a pretty bitch without the big forehead

I'm on the couches with a loaf, I'm tryna get more bread

I should show you what the stash like, show you what the cash like

I been chasing bags since I was listening to Bag Life

Haters like Southern California never had ice

Me and baby vibe like I met her in the past life

Only hit my financial advisor for the advice

Sold it for the whole thing, but got it for the half price

The bitch ate the whole thing, and I filmed it last night

Soon as I made it rock up, she hit the glass pipe

This bitch is fighting for a dick, I let my fans duel

I ain't jittin', that's these diamonds hitting dance moves

Ten commandments while I stack it, nigga, cash rules

I hit the bank and show my ass just like a baboon

Me and gang gon' throw this money, it's a flash flood

I'm westside like Machiavelli in the bathtub

How you gon' talk to me about money you ain't had none

Like, nigga, chill, 2020 was your last run

Pussy