Fraud

Uh

Nah, bitch, I don't speak in French

Oui oui, ho

Facts

Every time I pull up with a ting

Fast cars, diamond rings

Bada boom, bada bing

My youngin make the chopper sing

My youngin make the drummers

My youngin make the drummers

Bada boom, bada bing

My youngin make the drummers

Bada boom, bada bing (Uh), got a room, got a ting (Facts)

House so big that the room's got a wing (Where you at?)

You could see the stars and the moons in my ring (Bling-bling)

Always show love to the goons in the bing (East side)

I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H (Grr)

Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a bunch of weight (Yeah)

And the cars got stars like they come from outer space (Ooh)

And the rocks in my watch lookin'

Like they're jumpin' out the face (Stupid)

All this water on my body got me drippin' wet (Really)

Fly clothes that I be rockin' got me dripping fresh (Ah, ayy)

You know I fuck 'em then I duck 'em, had them bitches stressed

And I just laugh and leave 'em on read when I get the text