23 C.O.T. - Baghdad

I don't talk since you a nigga, I just do numbers
Chillin in the Bahamas in February like it's Summer
After a couple weeks, a nigga ran through, I'm thumbin
Got a Four Door Str8, it just cost me a hundred
First it was not gettin cake, yea ya'll niggas dummies
Now I'm just on these niggas heads, it's like I play Rugby
Now I just pull up in that Rari with a bag of hundreds
Yea yo bitch she don't excite me and we barely want her
Yea you talkin all that shit, nigga spend a bag
Raski told me fuck a hater and just get a Jag
I took that motherfucker out so I could see ya'll last
Yea I see ya'll here, ya'll lookin with ya'll lookin ass
Yea that bitch she wanna love me with her stupid ass
All I gotta do is buy expensive shit and Louie bags
Yea I fucked that bitch once, I ain't Superman
Yea I fucked that bitch once and I ain't do the math
Yea my side bitch got me fine, that's my main ho
Backseat she topped me up in that Range Rov
Yea she look like J. Lo, look like Lego's
Yea she got 2 lil' friends, they pop like Eggo's
Everything must go bitch even you
I don't even trust a bitch, I don't need no proof
Dom Perignon, Tupac with the juice
Dion, St. Laurent, Fendi on the shoes

Kick in the door, where the cash at
Put a bag on his head like a snap back
I hit the hit stick where the sack at
I hit the hit stick where the sack at
I clap my bitch ass it's gone clap back
She think she lit now til I wax that
I hit the lil' ho then I pass that
We catchin bodies like Baghdad

I been fuckin all these hoes, I think I'm a Mack
I'm player of the year, that's no cap that's facts
I ain't no role model, bitch I ain't no step dad
If she don't swallow, I'll take the maybach back
Bitch I'm too laid back, I got a cool lil' stack
I'm barely on my iPhone, I always use the jack
Showed her the finer things, she ain't used to that
Fendi shirt, Dior shoes, with the Gucci hat
Back then she ain't want me but now she all on me
I'm macaroni on a young tenderoni
Aye aye I think I'm Tony, she tried to play me like Sony
Fake as fuck she phony, cappin ass jabroni
I'll fuck her cousin, I'll fuck her sister
I'll mind my business, they just want my riches
Runnin up them digits, Bally Total Fitness
It was 4th and inches, now she's a statistic
Quarter ticket in my Louie backpack
10 thousand ones in my Gucci napsack
Round of applause, make that ass clap
Round of applause, make that ass clap
This a Hellcat this ain't a Scat Pack
I'll hit it once and then I bag back
I'm good on lil' mama I done had that
Movin forward I don't back track

Kick in the door, where the cash at
Put a bag on his head like a snap back
I hit the hit stick where the sack at
I hit the hit stick where the sack at
I clap my bitch ass it's gone clap back
She think she lit now til I wax that
I hit the lil' ho then I pass that
We catchin bodies like Baghdad

Written by:
Hunter Warrick, Kendall Jordan

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