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 Roshe

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 gave you hell

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 Roshe
Bitch I ball like Kobe
I don't fuck with police
Gas so green like Yoshi
Runnin' to the money like Roshe