Dime Bag

I got a dime bag
And got a whole dime piece
Looking a while back
She didn't know bout me
She getting wild yeah
Said she want go ride me
Watching it fall yeah
Throwing the money around me

I had to get her Dior
I'm throwing out average whores
Might start up a cash war
Private jet, on the way, ain't no passport
I give them bands, fuck what they ask for

But I do not got no time to spend I told her
New chain they saying its cold like Minnesota
I might pull up in the new range talking bout the Rover
Gucci bag on me bitch, dripping every morning
You ain't had to grind bitch, you got no story
You the type to pop out just to post on your story
Imma put the top down, nothing I do is boring
In Miami, spanish mami yeah she on me

Yea yea call me Yung Reece
Right wrist steady with the piece
Bad Lil bitch she freak
All she wanna talk about is me
Yea yea talking for the streets
New coupe, hoes on me
Got two doors on me
You know you know me

I had to switch it right back
Another one gone with the pack
Tell me why the fuck are you acting
And you just steady be motherfucking capping
Make more with the back end
And if I'm strapped I might have to whack him
And dip like what happened
I'll never see him again
She's talking bout wanna be friends
I know she thot, she hit me up but I know bout her motherfucking man
Told that bitch to come and get it if you fucking can
Pussy boy don't act like you don't know who I fucking am
I send the message
A lot of my homies can pull up on you and you dip in a casket
They listen me and they saying that I ain't no motherfucking average
I am the type to say brand new day that's a brand new bad bitch
A lot my days I was in a cage now I turn to savage
I carry that blade case yall want try me doing that damage
I'm keeping a k, one hundred k my pockets be fattened
No Bad Habits, go a hundred nothing fastened