My dawg C Money got it, yeah
Ayy, ayy yeah

Ayy, ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, wet, thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but you still my nigga
Shawty got face, ass, and intellect, yeah
I'm a ref
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephen (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherfuckin' cuz
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to church (church)
I am not comin' to the motherfuckin' rescue (no way)
I know that them other niggas cover, can't arrest you
Even though you comin' with the batty and the breast too (yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White Airforce, gotta keep two pair (yeah)
Don't step, or crease the new pair (crease)
Ayy

Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but, she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my nigga
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

Uh, it's a stick-up (stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (bitch)
Buretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a play, fuck the whole shit up (fresh)
Harbour 60 (sixty), I swear we private dinner (dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's
(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?)
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (yeah)
And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (too far)
You're goin' too far, baby, baby (baby)
Ayy, text me, yeah (text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy, yeah (sexy)
I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog
When I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (messy)

Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my nigga
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

I'm serious this time
Look

That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari
I say I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry
Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, La Perla in Valgarie
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore, election
I'm (?) raw, an infection
Vick and Kevin scopin' every ho I allow in the section
They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9's
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosé, and wine
I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty Pigalle and shrimp and the sautée
Watchin' Gervonta Davis as if both of our fames combined
Could be blocked behind the walls of these dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas
I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit
Like, "How does he keep it corporate?"
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sorrel
Couple, the course ends
Imported from Bora Bora
And if I ever die, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost
I hate this store, and she don't ask like she know that it's law
I'm not trickn', if I bought it, I was goin' too far
Yeah

Yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)

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Writer(s): Daystar Peterson