My Collection

I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth Ain't playin', count em' You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? Haha She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud They know damn well this wasn't promised I know damn well this must be problem Left every pair of Margielas at the condo Technically I never packed up and leave Left eighty racks in the dresser, you can keep And I got this bad ting at disposal I cooked it up and then I went global My baby mama push a Range Rover Had to make sure I got it fully loaded Can't be the one and then you get exposed If you the one, then God will let me know But at the same time, I like to vibe with one I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one And I had to 'splain to her last night Had to send this one freak on the last flight Had to send this one freak on the last flight Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Standin' on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah We get in our feelings, yeah I don't know how you would feel about me if I ain't have millions, yeah I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere And hell no it ain't about no braggin' rights But even if it was, shit I got it Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers I'm a keep it genuine and tell the truth to you I got this joint, she know what to do with me And right now I don't know what to do with you I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A I shoulda gave her to the valet And I had to tell her 'bout Miami After she came with no panty Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection