We got London On Da Track
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I got twenty chains on me
They gon' chip just like some dip'
Nigga know they get the memo
They get that
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Stackin', stackin'
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
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, aye
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah
Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out the cat, beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin', at Fairy, 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
Bitches see us and smile like what it do
I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I got twenty 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 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 of my casket
I drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah! I take molly with the YSL, memo, slat!
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 nigga, memo
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, and 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 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, aye
Break her heart, write your name, I got cash, yeah
Memo
Memo
We got London On Da Track
Yeah they know the memo
Memo
