The year has just started and right now I’m looking for cribs overseas I’m giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him

Bro, I get the birds in, fuck a drought Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out I get the money, money from her house Out in a lovely, lovely country town I said if you care about her, fly her out Go to the Louis store and buy it now I’ma keep pouring till I’m running out I just hit it from the back She scared she running out

Ooh, young and lit Money keep on coming in Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand by Pull up and drum that shit Ooh, deep in it I’ma swim Hand on heart I love this chick Ooh, all them niggas round me family Love them on some brother shit

She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash I keep on getting them flashbacks I was OT so I had to bash I almost thought about getting a cab back Do it like Rico and video that If we upload it it prolly get some backlash Backshot, she got the ripple effect It’s two 10’s and I can’t help but slap that

Pull out, I don’t wanna be a dad yet Plan B, baby, swallow that tablet The way that she handle it this one talented Pum pum soaking feel like I’m paddling Back come round I’m a fan of it Ride on a bike one time and I’m saddling Ayo, her doctor working wonders Damn, that’s a big circumference Girl wet she don’t need no lube When I’m 40th floor you should see the views (alright)

She don’t wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man I don’t wanna leak your nudes How do I say without seeming rude? Huh, I just wanna see if it’s cute Shake that back like a video vixen Diss one he don’t wanna be in my tunes

She wanna go Nobu just for the snap If I pay for the tab you best eat your food Word on the road it’s Cench get 100 a show This hoe wanna see if it’s true Posh ting she don’t wanna be with the squares no more She said she wanna be with the goons Thought she could hack it, not active Too smokey now she wanna leave the room

The year has just started and right now I’m looking for cribs overseas I’m giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him

I love the trap Quarter milli on cars and never enough Couple milli I put it aside Cop me a villa in Mars She need 10 racks for her ass And bro I put that on my dargs My killers still swerving the Rona but that ain’t the reason for masks

I fill up the drum in the stick in a way Spin it back like i’m Target I sat in my kitchen I whip in a way And I’m dropping off white and no garlic It’s a carousel when I’m spinning the tray Hitter my flights delayed I told my lil nigga go flex in my Rollie no money to waste

The year has just started and right now I’m looking for cribs overseas I’m giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him