"CDG" lyrics

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch, she supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way now we going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road and came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch nigga so we on his ass
No, I can't get with you, gotta call you back

Yeah, I know they talking shit but we not stunting that
Yeah, I know that I'm the shit but I be humble, man
Lil' bitch, I'm the president, Lonely Obama, man
And I think it's evident I'm not a normal man
I just hit Rodeo, I spend a few thousand
I been locked in the stu' for like more than a few hours
They bitter, they hating, these fuck niggas too sour
I'm hot just like Satan, I'm shitting on you cowards
Before I fuck the bitch, make her take two showers
I'm in it, I'm hitting it, yeah, I got horsepower
This new whip that I'm whipping, this shit, it got horsepower
This AK gon' come through and kick your lil' door down
Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us, but we up, nigga, what that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color brides feeling all on me
Different type of lifestyle, living dreams
Changing up her lifestyle, she with me
I can change your life, baby, come and see
My new Comme des Garçons shit from overseas
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch, she supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way now we going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road and came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch nigga so we on his ass
No, I can't get with you, gotta call you back

Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us, but we up, nigga, what that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color brides feeling all on me