Short Hair Mafia

Short Hair Mafia
(Intro)
Oh my god, her hair
(Verse One)
I got a bad bitch
Wrap her up in plastic
Lookin' like a chocolate
Valentine's candy
Lookin' at your frame width
Look at what she came with
Fitted with a short cut
But she's still my main bitch
Brain like Cambridge
Smokin' on some dank shit
Money speak a language
Benjamin Franklin
Kudos to my ex-hoe, on to the next hoe
She can have my kitty
But she ain't touching the cheques though
OVO and XO pink juice sipping'
On a double cup, living like a motherfucking villain
I'm chilling, I'm chilling, I'm posted
And my bitches roll it up so perfect
And we blown' now we chokin'
I ain't jokin', check the hashtag
Hatchback, Fat man
Going, going, gone
And I ain't comin' back man
The pigs round the corner
Nigga put it in your backpack
I'm bad for they health
Now they fuckin' with that afflatus

(Chorus)
Short hair mafia
If you with up stand up
All my bitches with the short cut
Put your fuc*** hands up
Put your fuc*** hands up
Short hair mafia
Put your fuc*** hands up
And cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut
Snip