Mayweather

[Intro: B6]
Brr
It's B6 to you, ho
Uh

[Chorus: Warhol.ss & B6]
Since I start getting pape, feel too rich, I'm on some Mayweather shit (Mayweather shit)
She sent me a long ass text, ain't read (Ain't read), I feel like Mayweather, bitch (Mayweather, bitch)
We over all these niggas, you don't like our rappers, I don't give a fuck 'bout a list ('Bout a list)
Striking a blackjack, 21-21, thought I was 4L, knife and a glick (What the fuck?)
I liked her over the phone, she asked for a flight just 'cause I'm liking her pics (I'm liking her pics)
She ask for some shoes, I pull down my pants (My pants), now babygirl shopping at Dick's (Shopping at Dick's)
Up so many heads, bro damn nеar serial killer, he kill 'еm with tricks
I'm capo the crusher, bro punching whatever, we jump on the jet off a six (Let's do it)

[Verse: Warhol.ss & B6]
I used to eat noodles when you had the pack, no need to lie to my licks (Lie to my mix)
You turning your back, sent half of the pack, Michael Vick, I'm sending the pics
Thousand ain't clean, you want you a key? Gotta go make a trip to the west (Thousand, thousand)
Bro bounce with these two Drac's like double D's, he double breasted (Double breasted)
I can show you a 50 in peso and euros, the other dub domestic (Domestic)
Fast whip in the crib, got six bedrooms, you won't ever knew, I ain't flex it
All the opp send locations, caught new drop off of iPhone final
Drop papes to the hood off of love, they'll never catch me on a murder for hire (What the fuck?)
Send a blick like a missile, I pull out my pistol when the situations is dire (Dire)
He reached for the gun and his ass got cooked (Cooked), B6 a professional fryer (Professional fryer)
Shit might look fun, but it ain't nothing funny, we gettin' richer than the Pryors
Got bows that'll pop your ass, Korean bags, I don't touch the chinas (Brr)
I got a bad ass bitch from the Netherlands, I'm having Dutch vagina (Dutch vagina)
I'm having dreams of me ruling the world, I keep having to set reminders (Dreams of me ruling the world)
Swiss hoes split the cheese, I ain't no pimp, but I'm a supplier
My hand fallacious, cash is king, it's gone to the highest buyer (Buyer)

[Chorus: Warhol.ss & B6]
Since I start getting pape, feel too rich, I'm on some Mayweather shit (Mayweather shit)
She sent me a long ass text, ain't read (Ain't read), I feel like Mayweather, bitch (Mayweather, bitch)
We over all these niggas, you don't like our rappers, I don't give a fuck 'bout a list ('Bout a list)
Striking a blackjack, 21-21, thought I was 4L, knife and a glick (What the fuck?)
I liked her over the phone, she asked for a flight just 'cause I'm liking her pics (I'm liking her pics)
She ask for some shoes, I pull down my pants (My pants), now babygirl shopping at Dick's (Shopping at Dick's)
Up so many heads, bro damn near serial killer, he kill 'em with tricks
I'm capo the crusher, bro punching whatever, we jump on the jet off a six (Let's do it)

[Outro: B6]
What
What the fuck, nigga
It's B6 to you, ho
Brr