Yeah, yeah
Bitch is so tropical, yeah
I call her Pina Colada, oh yeah, yeah (run that back, Turbo)
Lately, I give 'em like a five, sip Cognac
When I pop out on 'em with a model, oh yeah

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Everyday life is a movie premiere
Baddies on baddies, pulled up like 'em souvenirs
I bought us new veneers
Smile on a freaky girl, I wanna see it
Properly greet you with ice on your wrist
Wrist get sprained without all the pain
'Bout that time to get laced, get draped
'Bout that time to get some bezels, big face (ah, nah, nah)
Can't let you forget I got more hits than Elvis
I got your bitch tryna eat my pelvis
I'm on that level, your bitch feed me grapes
Man, she cooking my breakfast, she doing my nails (ah, nah, nah)
Ran through that pussy in some high-top chanel
No NFL, but I'm one of the players
Took her to the hills in Manolo heels
She caught a balance and I paid the bill (ah, nah, nah)
I'm having stamina, let's keep it real (yeah)
Three on a one, having sex on a pill (yeah)
Count so much money, got buns on my hands
Living my life and it's bringing me chills (ah, nah, nah)
Tell me where the mils, I'm coming in the Lear (yeah)
I can feel what you feel, yeah
'Cause when it's real, then it's real, yeah
I like my oil in the seal, yeah

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote (yeah)
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Darkskin and tropical, I call her Tina Colada, yeah
I spend a lot on her
Pull up, I'm dropping the top on her
Diamonds same shape as an octagon
Look at his neck, look like plexiglass (damn)
Pull up, the opps, they running fast (woo)
Got the mystical tec, that shit shakin' fast (brrt, pah)
I pop a Perc' just to make it last (yeah)
Fuck her so good, she can't shake her ass (let's go)
She know that I'll throw it all because I'm known just to make it back
I told that boy do not play with him
Chill, I got your girl, just relax, uh
If you wan' try somethin', nigga
We get your whole family whacked for sixty racks, uh (yeah)
I'm off a Molly all in this party, I just might pop me a flat, yeah
All of these bitches, they moving like bugs
Nat get caught in a zap, yeah
Flee the scene right on a jet, yeah
Then I pull up, say what happened? (What happened?)
Gold buttons on my jacket, yeah
I feel like I'm Michael Jackson (yeah)

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah, yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Camren Martin, Chandler Durham, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Symere Woods