tattoo ft. asther* Lyrics

Yeah my bitches rock all black too

New Balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits

Yeah I'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move

I know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too

Damn i miss the girl with a tattoo

Did I mention she got ass too

Hop up in that whip and yeah I'm gone in that flash coupe

All these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you

Shit

If I was gone, would you miss me? Let me know

Yeah I barely got the time for you, cause I be on the road

Cash flows, everything, gotta love the hoes

If you not satisfied with me, Baby let me go

Now I flex up

30 drum up in my pants, like who next up

Got a freaky lil hoe, giving neck bro

Yuh vamp hoe, she just left her teeth right in my neck bro

I can't sleep now, niggas playin' catch up

Yeah she bumpin' proud, yeah she know I run my bag up

You wanna cry but ain't wanna show me that

I know You hate me 20 times cause I won't get you back

Tell the truth

Yeah I cut my bands right on this roof

Got double twins tryna get me loose

Yeah I'm too locked in, locked in

I can't leave this booth

If you wanna leave that's cool

Cause I ain't waitin' til I'm on you no more

Yeah my bitches rock all black too

New Balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits

Yeah I'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move

I know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too

Damn i miss the girl with a tattoo

Did I mention she got ass too

Hop up in that whip and yeah I'm gone in that flash coupe

All these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you

Shit

Man I put that gas so tell me how he get that

Swear to God these niggas pussy they ain't get back

I just spent a bag at rick yea it ain't no handout

Yeah, with my shooter I can never lack

Damn I'm in the Cadillac

Till I beat they ass in a way they won't forget it

D&D lil bitch I'm vetted, you wanna fuck, say that she ready

I pop that Glock out right up out that Chevy

Yo, bitch what the fuck you know bout getting bread

I be gettin' to that bread, they wanna give me head

Diamonds this shit cold, Yea this shit freezing up my neck

Pull out 20 bands, the bank on god he stay in debt

I only care about all this money, swear to God

I'm countin' stacks, still the best, yeah, yeah

Yeah my bitches rock all black too

New Balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits

Yeah I'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move

I know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too

Damn i miss the girl with a tattoo

Did I mention she got ass too

Hop up in that whip and yeah I'm gone in that flash coupe

All these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you

Shit