Hibachi - Ambjaay

She like, «Talk to me nice»

My fit cost the price

If I could fuck once, I could fuck twice

I be thuggin' with my posse, ayy

She a little hottie

I got sauce like hibachi

She like, «Talk to me nice»

My fit cost the price

If I could fuck once, I could fuck twice

I be thuggin' with my posse, ayy

She a little hottie

I got sauce like hibachi

Yesterday, I was broke with a cold feeling

, I thought I told niggas

She belong to the streets if she don’t go get it

Bitch, you fucking with a go-getter

Pockets got more bigger

My drill make the ratch match with it

Two-tone thirty and it like to clap niggas

I’m with two bad bitches, she throw her back in it

She give me that pussy, then I’ma hit the dab in it

Where I come from, you do what you gotta do

I’m wearing Louis, my family like, «I be proud of you»

I’m counting broccoli while she giving sloppy in the Coupe

I’m on my body while I’m sliding, gotta pick a move

Designer body on my bitch, she a boujee diva

Early in the morning, put bands in her cleavage

I be counting all this money while I speak to Jesus

Christians on my feet when I walk in Neiman’s

We gon' X him out, like tic-tac-toe

This chopper make 'em lean back like he fat Joe

I do a bitch cold, she never heard of a coat

I’ma run up the bands, I can’t go back broke

Seen my first two-fifty, I ain’t even want to touch it

Feel like DeMarcus, niggas claim they my cousins

Life hit harder when you really came from nothing

You could give them your all and they still won’t love you

Aventador got tint, haters can’t see me in it

She scream «AMB» every time that I’m in it

, bitch, I’m dripping

I throw them bands in the air, what a wonderful feeling

I’m young and I’m turnt, turnt and I’m young

Poppin' bottles of that Ace, we be going dumb

They can’t hold me, I’m the shit, I got the runs

They still stealin' drip, I’m the one

She like, «Talk to me nice»

My fit cost the price

If I could fuck once, I could fuck twice

I be thuggin' with my posse, ayy

She a little hottie

I got sauce like hibachi

She like, «Talk to me nice»

My fit cost the price

If I could fuck once, I could fuck twice

I be thuggin' with my posse, ayy

She a little hottie

I got sauce like hibachi

(Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me? Yeah)