Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Woah, oh-oh
Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Woah, oh-oh
You got tears droppin' all over my Lambo seats (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
When it come to stickin' around, you can't depend on me
Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier, frames on me (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
All I want is bring you fuckin' with the Xannies zombie (Woah, oh-oh)
Presidential Rollie, yeah it keep me off the deep
Everyday feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake
Came up from the streets, we brought the pound down the zips (Yeah)
Keep on throwin' these ones, they keep on bouncin' it on the kid (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck a money counter, I'm countin' these hunnids with your bitch (Bitch)
Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist (Ice, ice)
AMG alright, GT63 is here (Skrr)
Carbon fiber AP, twenty racks just for the kid (Racks)
Say she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax (Woah, oh-oh)
Yeah
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back
Yeah
Lambo purple but my ??? she mate black, yeah (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah you fly but girl I ain't fuckin' with no gnats, yeah
That is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain't seen a pack, yeah
Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah
Bring your commitment, you gon' see me fade away (Yeah)
I ain't tryna answer to no bitch stayin' at my place (No, oh-oh)
Got a lot goin' on, I get these racks to keep me safe
We finally get outside, the trap they say you changed (Trap, trap)
I know they can't stand it, got these haters startin' to panic
Diamonds icerberg, I could sink the Titanic (Ice)
Don't need no Juliard, I love this water on my neck (Neck)
Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I'm the catch? (Catch)
Say she don't wanna fuck with me no more, it's all love (It's all love)
I know when the bills start comin' in, I'm the one she call up (Brr)
You get money then you get the bitches, with the power
I won't buy you roses but I smoke expensive flower
Say she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax (Woah, oh-oh)
Yeah
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back
Yeah
Lambo purple but my ??? she mate black, yeah (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah you fly but girl I ain't fuckin' with no gnats, yeah
That is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain't seen a pack, yeah
Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah
Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Woah, oh-oh
Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Woah, oh-oh
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