Courvoisier

I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt, yeah (I do)

I like bank roses on the cloths and pound up in trunk

I know hood niggas that will fuck you up (I know, I know, I know)

Bitch you only took a sip, how you already drunk (bitch)

I don’t like molly, don't like no percocets, I'd rather smoke one

My ex think that I'm comin' back, I told him boy you so dumb

I call you little bitch, but nga you a whole one (bitch)

Whole one (bitch)

Ho (bitch)

Ho wait (bitch)

Give me the Courvoisier, bitch

Put it in my cup, bitch

Why you tryna front, bitch

I be in my bag, yeah

I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set

And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad

And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag

You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad

I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad mad

Where this money comin' in me, I'm like God damn

Had to give my shit up to a nga who ain’t had his licks up

Taught a nigga how to trap and now he taught his bitch, yeah

I don’t really get this shit, my nigga, I'm too lit yeah

Gucci on my face and on waist and on his dick, yeah

How you tryna play a bitch, you playin’ like the Knicks yeah

She think I'm a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah

I can't stop until I got a house up on my wrist, yeah

I saw you a fool but I would rather pull the lip yeah

Pass, the Courvoisier, bitch

Put it in my cup, bitch

Why you tryna front, bitch

I be in my bag, yeah

I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set

And my niggas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad

And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag

You don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad

I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad mad

(I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt)

(I do)