Ratchet

I done fell in love with a ratchet
Say she love me whatever that is
Side hoe look like Kat Stacks bitch
I’ma our the money where her cat is
Big facts nigga I can put a band on it
I don’t want it I can’t put my mans on it
Black hot nigga better put a fan on it
Throw the money watch a nigga dance on it, yay
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff
Bitch I’m flexin’ on myself
Smokin’ on the dope, top shelf
Bitch I’m blowin’ on this dope for my health
Too much swag for these niggas and my self
Fast money chase, nascar race
I could never get it so I had to take
Bitch I’m over the stove, I was born to bake
Move to them Oz it was never shake
Way too much swag, bottom of the bag
Fuck a tag, blow a bag shit I never had
Put it on the tab used to dine and dash
Told myself I’ll never fuck another rat
I done fell in love with a ratchet
Say she love me whatever that is
Side hoe look like Kat Stacks bitch
I’ma our the money where her cat is
Big facts nigga I can put a band on it
I don’t want it I can’t put my mans on it
Black hot nigga better put a fan on it
Throw the money watch a nigga dance on it, yay
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff
All the shit
All the stuff