Invisible Klip

Yuh, Lil bitch!

You bitch

Gling, gling gling (Cris Dinero)

Ayy Phone, pick up the phone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch I ball like Kobe

I don't fuck with police

Gas so green like Yoshi

Runnin' to the money like Roshe

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig

3 gold rings on my Rosie

Balmain pocket full of posies

Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me

Phone don't call for the police

Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig (water, ayy ayy)

Gold same color as roses

My pockets are Pinocchio, poking

And that's why she tryna give face to me like a goatee

Hol' up, how do you know me?

Bitch I ball like Kobe

I don't fuck with police

Gas so green like Yoshi

Runnin' to the money like Roshi

Do you wanna dick bitch, hold it

Runnin' on my shit like horsie

Jewlery look so snowy

And your money short just like Morty

You the girl type on the lowkey

I'm the mankind, Mick Foley

Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia

You came back to sip, but you so sleep

Y'all niggas ain't on shit, bitch

You was on IG with your stick

Lookin' for a friend [?]

Nigga now might just give me my cig

Phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip

Not that I ran that back in 2012

Put one in your head like a thot

When I hit, she she said pause

I sent her back like [?]

She gon' trade me half a nut

Cumming on her lady lungs

She made the dick stiffen up

Swallow, so she hiccing up

About to tell her toughen up

When I'm in that shawty's guts

[?] I'm styling, et cetera

I am never letting up

Like tomato ketchup

Know you need to fess up

I want a Tesla

I'mma get a Tesla

Numbers like professor

Make her learn a lesson

Then I never mess up

Bitch I ball like Kobe

I don't fuck with police

Gas so green like Yoshi

Runnin' to the money like Roshi

Bitch I ball like Kobe

I don't fuck with police

Gas so green like Yoshi

Runnin' to the money like Roshi