Intro (Explicit) - Mustard/1TakeJay

Lyrics by：Dijon McFarlane/Leslie Wakefield Jr./Jachin Jenkins

Composed by：Dijon McFarlane/Leslie Wakefield Jr./Jachin Jenkins

Wait hold up I'm finna turn this b***h up

Mustard on the beat h*e

Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties

I'm finna shoot a pornflick b***h

Come get your cameo

She got a baby-daddy and a kid but

She ain't tell me though

She runnin' from the D Oh

My God she's a scary h*e

I kill p***y I hope she

Got insurance for the burial

Wait hold up how you even know me

Oh I heard you on the radio

My pockets on fatboys shoutout too Lil Terrio

The hardest n***a always

Singing louder than the stereo

Commit a crime then starting pointing fingers

Like there he go

I be fresh to death fly as hell when I walk through

Why n***as hatin' on me that I ain't never even talked too

Eeny meeny miny moe n***a who are you

Oh you still mad from High-School

'Cause the coach didn't start you

I take my hoes too Toys'R'Us

Why 'Cause they childish

You gon' find a better n***a Baby

I highly doubt it

Just like a old-ass whip these hoes got high mileage

Stop gossipin' b***h you still live' in Public Housin'

You ain't bi she only f**k with n***as with the blue-check

I ain't f**kin' with her even though I got the blue-check

On Instagram and my bank account big blue check

I'm a cold n***a when I come around she made the crewneck

Knockin' 'em down like dominoes I'm freaky yeah who next

Even though our convos be dry I got you wet

I gave her good D now she braggin' in a group-chat

Group chat

Now she always poppin' up like a new text

I got a you can be my whitney houston

I 'ont want a lot but just like

Nike I'm tryna' do it

Your secrets ain't for me 'cause

I don't care 'bout who you screwing

The people say I'm famous really

I be really coolin'

I'm a fool but that jewelry look fake who you foolin'

The n***as that be flexin' on the 'gram be really losin'

Hey tough guy don't play with

Guns if you ain't really shootin'

Stop playin' them n***as in LA be really true

Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties

Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city where it's litty

Countin hunnids countin fifties

I like b***hes with big titties