Memo
We got London on the track
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt)
I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh)
Nigga know they get the memo (They get the what?)
Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)
Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah
Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out to Cali and beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth
You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'ma still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu
(That's a Bugatti)
Man, I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
When I die I want a hundred bands inside my casket
I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo (Slatt)
I supply 'em with the bricks and bales, memo
I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah)
Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail, memo
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, ain't with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah
Memo
Memo
We got London on the track
Yeah, they know the memo
Memo
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt)
I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh)
Nigga know they get the memo (They get the what?)
Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)
Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah
Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out to Cali and beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth
You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'ma still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu
(That's a Bugatti)
Man, I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
When I die I want a hundred bands inside my casket
I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo (Slatt)
I supply 'em with the bricks and bales, memo
I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah)
Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail, memo
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, ain't with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah
Memo
Memo
We got London on the track
Yeah, they know the memo
Memo
Credits
Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Arsenio Umberto Archer
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