Lyrics:
Let the band play
Yeah
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt, uh
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks,
to you
But baby I'm on tour, I'm on the move
Still with it by my side, you on like glue
And girl I want you to take it off, yeah
Baby girl I'll never break
(round)
Now when I'm by myself (myself)
Cold heart, it don't melt (it don't melt)
Had to put him on the shelf
Yeah, that boy bad luck
talkin' 'bout)
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout? (yeah)
Hermés, hell you talkin' 'bout? (talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil
(What up, Foster?)
Ayy
Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When
the mornin'
I had me a pack by the mornin'
I had me some racks by the mornin'
I had a six-pack by the mornin'
I got on a mink, no pneumonia
The racks keep
you can't see on TV (yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' nigga, get low (that's right)
I got niggas and bitches
Yeah, I'm workin' (oh, I'm workin')
All my bad bitches to the right (to the-)
Like, all my gangster niggas to my left (on bro)
Do my lil' dance, she
Let the wind blow through her hair (yeah)
Dolce and Gabbana, but my glasses Cartier
(Cartier) send her in Chanel
I told her cop 'em by the pair (Pair)
Yeah yo
Yeah, you, you called me?
Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up
Alright, how long you 'bout to be?
Are you by yourself? Huh?
I said, are
'em catch
Five thousand ones in an hour, I'ma make it stretch
I just made a mess (yeah), I just made a mess (yeah)
I got cash by the bundle so I'm
Pullin' up weed, yeah, ayy
She on my meat, yeah, ayy
Girl I'm off the leash, yeah, ayy
Clean 'em up, bleach, yeah, ayy
Where your tracks all meet,
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich
Yeah
Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (that's my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin' bitches, you
not the one you hold it against
Baby, its not my blame
Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'
not the one you hold it against
Baby, its not my blame
Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'
Don't leave me lonely
Don't leave me lonely (yeah)
Don't leave me lonely (yeah)
Don't leave me lonely (yeah, yeah)
I need you to stay by my
a big mansion sittin' by an island
My lil' niggas under twenty-one
And they retired (yeah)
Pull up on the 6, I see Vezz, I see Webb
I see Benz, I see
Oh my God
Oh my God
Yeah, uh
Fredo, let me get a light
Uh, uh, yeah (woo)
Been a shooter, you can look it up (look it up, nigga)
He spit in
Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo,
Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo,
no, we not the same kind
You can have that lil'- if she ain't mine (yeah)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)
I love you so oh oh
Woman stay by me, and don't let go, oh oh oh
I said I want to open your door with my key, yay yeah
And you and I were meant
when I'm parked at the light
Jewels on my neck, I just look light
This lil' bitch bad, got her bag right
Yeah, she been feeling on mе
We gon' hop in
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