Mascara - Lil Wintr

I spent a band, band on my neck

Four, five band, bands on my fit

Countin', cash out on my bitch

Blowin', I’m lit, bitch you throwin' a fit

I got a hundred bands in the bank

You think that I’m broke 'cause I don’t even flex

One thing on your mind, bitch, your shit and your rent

I’m out of line, I’m sick in this shit

I blow another band on my kicks, fuck it

Mix it up with the Ricks, lil' bitch

Mix up, Dior on my dick

I’m off the Molly, I’m lit, fuck it

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah

You cannot do what I’m doin', aye

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah

Just got a check, I walked in the mall, I bought out the Prada

I’m blowin' up, she fuckin' with me, I fucked on your daughter

Just left the club, I’m off the shots, I’m sippin' on water

Fuckin' on your bitch, she said, «Yeah, yeah, yeah»

Fuckin' in the back, she said, «Yeah, yeah, yeah»

Love me for my racks, yeah

But money don’t mean shit

Know because I got a bag, yeah

You’re takin' pics, delete them

Bitch, I’m about to blow up

No, I am not tryna cuff, gettin' the bucks

I’m so intoxicated, runnin' it up, I’m getting the bucks

I’m not baggin' if you broke

My woman rich, that’s for sure

Mix the Prada up with Dior

I’m bangin', I’m bangin' for sure, yeah

They puttin' ten bands on my head

They don’t wanna see me win it

They really wanna see me dead

Why you mad, lil' bitch?

Focus on your job, lil' bitch

Woke up, mad another band

I don’t got a job, lil' bitch

You stay in the house, you got no friends

Internet shit, you envious

You soundin' like a bitch, talkin' big boy shit

Get your funds up, you gotta profit

I spent a band, band on my neck

Four, five band, bands on my fit

Countin', cash out on my bitch

Blowin', I’m lit, bitch you throwin' a fit

I got a hundred bands in the bank

You think that I’m broke 'cause I don’t even flex

One thing on your mind, bitch, your shit and your rent

I’m out of line, I’m sick in this shit

I blow another band on my kicks, fuck it

Mix it up with the Ricks, lil' bitch

Mix up, Dior on my dick

I’m off the Molly, I’m lit, fuck it

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah

You cannot do what I’m doin', aye

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah

You cannot do what I’m doin', yeah