(Trobi on the beat)
I spent fifty thousand when I flew Miami, met a sexy darlin', told me she from Cali'
Name Maria, she a fuckin' diva, had to take her Nobu just to make her happy
Look, I spent fifty thousand when I flew Miami, met a sexy darlin', told me she from Cali'
Name Maria, she a fuckin' diva, had to take her Nobu just to make her happy
Everybody's just like everybody, got me thinkin' everyone's a fuckin' patty
Met your girlfriend and I hated her, I had to block her number 'cause she fuckin' catty
Couldn't give a fuck about a fuckin' bally
Nigga, give me peace, I'm 'bout to go and spazzy
Makin' money, do that automatic
Belly lookin' bigger like I'm DJ Khaled
Pull up happy, probably make you panic
Tried to link the plug, but he in Abu Dhabi
Silly Sally, said her dad is Sammy
Told her, "Shut the fuck up," and I called him matty
People talkin' crazy on the kid, why?
I will never let the stick fly
Fuck this shit, I'm 'bout to take your missus, do it all again cah I'm a slick guy
Know my baby girl, she miss I
, she still mine
Never worry 'bout another nigga, we just slowed it done becah we took time
Two brown things on my WhatsApp, nah, what's that? Gotta get bro on that
One just came with a one back, ayy, fuck that, we gotta sip some Cognac
Twitter boy lackin' on Gosford, nah, fuck that, we gotta pull up and box that (Who?)
Oh, shit, JAY1, you're not on that
Bro, stop that, what you doin'? Just stop that
You won that, they're shit, you stunk that
Why the fuck do you love to Snap'? I ain't tryna end up on Shade
I gave you dick and you liked the dick and I saw you talkin' my name
Got Twitter fingers, you're a silly nigga, nigga, all you do is complain
I'm kickin' back, I made fifty racks because all I do is get paid
Why the fuck do you love to Snap'? I ain't tryna end up on Shade
I gave you dick and you liked the dick and I saw you talkin' my name
Got Twitter fingers, you're a silly nigga, nigga, all you do is complain
I'm kickin' back, I made fifty racks because all I do is get paid
No, I didn't wanna go uni', told mumsy and I left her pissed
Like, every shot I took, man missed
I was in the Rico tryna make my quids
'Til I thought to myself that I'm bigger than this and I gotta go take that risk
Now who would've thought that JAY1, young boy from the CV, turned rich?
2019, had to holler at Becky, 2021, I'm gonna holler at
Belizean girl too sexy, her tan skin look better in blue
Whenever you step to the party, please tell me who's lookin' at you
Whenever man looks at a Barbie, that Barbie get attached like glue
Scheme on who? I'ma scheme on you
Touch my ski, then I'm beefin' too
Got this chick in bed tryna please my mood
But fuck that shit, I'm tryna beat them boot
Cah I'm way too bougie
And everybody knows JAY1 for lovin' a slim brown ting with a booty
Twenty-five, four trips to them OD's, threw a bad ting, then I did that lowkey
Man pull up to the place too boasy, Versace on my robe, it's golden
Henny and the Coke, I'm Coke-in', tipsy when I back this potion
If you wanna talk 'bout wavy, my army be the wave, no ocean
Try par me face to face, get toasted
Why the fuck do you love to Snap'? I ain't tryna end up on Shade
I gave you dick and you liked the dick and I saw you talkin' my name
Got Twitter fingers, you're a silly nigga, nigga, all you do is complain
I'm kickin' back, I made fifty racks because all I do is get paid
Why the fuck do you love to Snap'? I ain't tryna end up on Shade
I gave you dick and you liked the dick and I saw you talkin' my name
Got Twitter fingers, you're a silly nigga, nigga, all you do is complain
I'm kickin' back, I made fifty racks because all I do is get paid
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