Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
They think they all fly Yeah, we a different fly Yeah
Yeah, we private flight it Yeah, no need for autopilot Yeah
Know we get the highest Yeah, know yall all dyin Yeah
Lift the doors up Yeah, my wrist is froze up Yeah
My neck get colder Yeah, thought I told ya Yeah
We in the fast lane Yeah
In a Hellcat Yeah, or in a Mulsanne Yeah
If he bounce back Yeah, a hundred shots ring Yeah
Aint got no dogtag Yeah, how you gangbang? Yeah
He not bout that Yeah, he aint insane Yeah
Give him thirty shots Yeah, shoot him Curry range Yeah
Finger flooded Yeah, cost more than Audi rings Yeah
Yeah, we bossy Yeah, shit be saucy Yeah
Cosey
You said you want a wedding ring, thats when you lost me Lost me
Go big on big, Im irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G63 Benz to the nosebleeds Skrrt
Yeah, Im her boss, see, see Im so flossy
Lil mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats Want a Benz
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet, we goin shoppin overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy Brazy like a
I got some masons on the Southside, ayy I got some masons on the South
Im servin chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy Im servin chicken, but not Pop
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy Pay the tuition, not a shotta
I told lil mama, Bitch, its our time, ayy Our time
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy Wi-Fi
We fuckin on top our Carter, hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey Just might pass her to my brothers
Hundred bands on a seat Hundred
How the fuck I make a half a million in a week? How? How? How?
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I dont know just how the hell I woke up with a freak How? How?
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece Damn
Different bustdown every fuckin day of the week Fuckin day of the week
Livin easy breezy, we fuck on designer sheets Woo
I had me some Henny with my Act, now Im deceased Im deceased, nigga
Million dollar nig, whip a Maybach out of town Skrrt, skrrt
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now Skrrt, skrrt
Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time Skrrt, skrrt
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars Skrrt, skrrt
Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money Skrrt, skrrt
Lambo hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny Skrrt, skrrt
I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy Skrrt, skrrt
Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning
Spendin all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond Woo
Talkin game to get out her panties
Different Chanel, different occasions
I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
Whippin slime Lam truck, its Caucasian
Yall cat, Tigger
See yall damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, FN and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin bad, I go pimp and pop them lips
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh