Huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man), yeah
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rollin' up Js and pourin' out shots, I figured you'd know the procedure
I got a son at home that really need me
I got a baby-mom, know how to treat her
I got a bitch that pray that I don't leave her
I got a team that's gon' win every season
I got a pound to smoke, now I don't need one
Double-R, customized features
Work sixteen hours, seven days a week
Money, we count it 'cause that's the routine to us
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Zoomin' on pictures to check the details 'cause bitches these days'll deceive ya
Yeah, yeah
Always keep a trick on my sleeve and I'm always in the air, air
Floatin' past, make 'em notice when they see me
I can take a nigga bitch, man, that's so easy
To go out and get these mills, I got more reasons
I be in the crib playin' with my kid
Playin' ball on Zoom calls with his teachers
I'ma give 'em more than a little teaser
Playin' fourth quarter, I know how to clean up
She blowin' biscotti, say she wanna beam up
I stay organizin' and they wanna team up
Then I be like "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Aim first class but her legs in the air
Stay on her mind when I fuck up her hair
Don't fuck for a check, baby, fuck for respect
Fuck up a check on a comfortable set
Yeah, yeah, ride for my niggas, I love 'em to death
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fuckin' a Taylor
Niggas be sayin' they comfortable just to disguise the fact that they lazy
Niggas be tellin' they bitch that they know that I fucked just to hope she debate it
The way you see me and my niggas come up, you would think that we all was related
Came from the bottom, my circle is small, can't come to my crib 'cause it's gated
Look at my checks and I get hella paid, I don't care if I get underrated
Look at the pool in the back of my crib, see me smokin' a joint, meditatin'
Lot of young Wiz immitations
Nobu, I need reservations
They be like "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Pulled up in a red low-rider, put the yellow tail right there (Yellow tail right there)
Pussy real good when I go down on it, she smell like air (She smell like air)
That's hard
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