Hibachi – Ambjaay

(Ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me?)
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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 the 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 be like, “I’m 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 [?]
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 running up the bands, I can’t go with 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 care for 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 in the 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)