Model b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(Honorable C-Note)
Hol' up (Ay, ay, ay)
Hol' up, wait (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Lil model b*tch, she like to ride in a coupe
I smoke me a zip, then I take off to the moon
f*ck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues
Lil model b*tch, she like to ride in a coupe
I smoke me a zip, then I take off to the moon
f*ck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues

[Verse]
[?] coming soon
She throw it back, I'm like "ooh"
Watch how I stack up this loot
Count up that cash in the booth, and I only want blue
I rock that Gucci, Louis
I need my b*tch boujee
I'm smoking gas out a QP
I don't know faces, like "Who we?"
I said, I don't know faces, like "Who he?"
Flexing in public, get hit with a two piece
Diamonds on me kicking sh*t like Bruce Lee
Ay, I'm too in love with the codeine
All this cash on me, not folding
I'm talking Benjamins only
I'm talking bad b*tches only