"Katy Perry" lyrics
What I'm gonna do
What I'm gonna do
Hustle, nigga, y'ello
I'ma get me a bundle and I'ma go serve it to Kylie and Katy and Stanley and Brady
Don't feel like I made it 'cause I need a fifty or better, my bitch said she want a new baby
I'm feeling real lazy, I poured me a three of that Quagen, get right in the booth and go crazy
I don't pay for pussy, so if the bitch fuck me, it's nothing, no simping, I'm more like a player
Get off on they ass, call me Pac-Man Kehlani
Only fucking with niggas that's solid
Chanel for my bitches, we don't do no Prada
We smoke on a jet 'cause I fuck with the pilot
No new niggas around us, just bitches and bottles
And if I go broke, we gon' split us a dollar
My niggas'll turn on you, lil' bitch, I doubt it
Solid right to the grave, put that shit on my mama, bitch
Cali king, but it used to be carpet
The cot sharing granny lil' basement
Touching this donut, a nigga gon' spank you
Spudd the Jeweler, got ice like a glacier
No ice in my AP, my nigga, that's tasteless
Bad bitches see me and they just get naked
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, this is my day whip
Cut you off if you be on that fake shit (Preach)
Dirty Donuts that pressure
Broccoli good for your body, don't question
Fifty an eighth, I ain't giving no testers
Can't go in the club if I can't get my weapon in
I got a ho out in Dallas, she my bestest bitch
Jump in that water and tell me how wet it get
Fah-fah-fah-fah, now you flat like a decimal
Steak 48, eating wagyu and vegetables
Send me any beat and I'ma plank on it
Big Lunch Crew, I'm betting the bank on it
Keep the coochie if it don't got the twang on it
Apple Charts number ten on my last tape
"Yeah, nigga, we thought you had Drake on it"
Regardless, it's hot, don't fake on it
Success make these fuck niggas hate, don't it?
Sons of bitches, y'all can't stop me
Big Lunch Crew, y'ello, huh
What I'm gonna do
Hustle, nigga, y'ello
I'ma get me a bundle and I'ma go serve it to Kylie and Katy and Stanley and Brady
Don't feel like I made it 'cause I need a fifty or better, my bitch said she want a new baby
I'm feeling real lazy, I poured me a three of that Quagen, get right in the booth and go crazy
I don't pay for pussy, so if the bitch fuck me, it's nothing, no simping, I'm more like a player
Get off on they ass, call me Pac-Man Kehlani
Only fucking with niggas that's solid
Chanel for my bitches, we don't do no Prada
We smoke on a jet 'cause I fuck with the pilot
No new niggas around us, just bitches and bottles
And if I go broke, we gon' split us a dollar
My niggas'll turn on you, lil' bitch, I doubt it
Solid right to the grave, put that shit on my mama, bitch
Cali king, but it used to be carpet
The cot sharing granny lil' basement
Touching this donut, a nigga gon' spank you
Spudd the Jeweler, got ice like a glacier
No ice in my AP, my nigga, that's tasteless
Bad bitches see me and they just get naked
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, this is my day whip
Cut you off if you be on that fake shit (Preach)
Dirty Donuts that pressure
Broccoli good for your body, don't question
Fifty an eighth, I ain't giving no testers
Can't go in the club if I can't get my weapon in
I got a ho out in Dallas, she my bestest bitch
Jump in that water and tell me how wet it get
Fah-fah-fah-fah, now you flat like a decimal
Steak 48, eating wagyu and vegetables
Send me any beat and I'ma plank on it
Big Lunch Crew, I'm betting the bank on it
Keep the coochie if it don't got the twang on it
Apple Charts number ten on my last tape
"Yeah, nigga, we thought you had Drake on it"
Regardless, it's hot, don't fake on it
Success make these fuck niggas hate, don't it?
Sons of bitches, y'all can't stop me
Big Lunch Crew, y'ello, huh
