B.o.B, London Jae - BDTDT Lyrics

Yeah, runnin' through the check like *bdtdt*
Your hoe blow my phone like *bdtdt*
I pull up like *skrrt* *skrrt*
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on my drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like "ooh, ooh"
Diamonds on my errrrs

I got your hoe mayne, she on go mayne
I got ice all in my chain like a snow mayne
I'm the boss mayne, draped in Balmain
Boy I got it, how you want it, order somethin' mayne, I'm balling
(?) 200, run through that cash, 200, (?) havin' gas 200
London and Bobby 200, get it, I got your bitch and she wit it
Murder scene when I pull up, and she clean when I pull up
Charlie Sheen when I pull up, shoulder lean when I pull up
Flyer than most, play the back seat in the Ghost
I got the game in a (?), I got that hoe on the choke
Bad bitches only, I got these hoes on the lean
Couple of racks on my kicks, blood drippin' on my feet

Yeah, runnin' through the check like *bdtdt*
Your hoe blow my phone like *bdtdt*
I pull up like *skrrt* *skrrt*
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on my drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like "ooh, ooh"
Diamonds on my errrrs

Shouts out to the crew no genre, fame'll turn me to a monster
I like Freddie Kruger's sweater, spray it like some shoe protector
Roof just dissaprrrred, I can't take these bitches srrrrus
I fuck your best friend and your best friend
That don't make us all best friends
Uh, I was countin', they was doubtin', 80,000 on an Audi
I got hoes, about a thousand, hit a bitch like Ronda Rousey
Bitches all up in they feelings, the head of NASA's in the buildin'
Where the fuck you thought I been? Bobby Bands ain't got no ceilin's

Yeah, runnin' through the check like *bdtdt*
Your hoe blow my phone like *bdtdt*
I pull up like *skrrt* *skrrt*
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on my drrrrsh
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like "ooh, ooh"
Diamonds on my errrrs