Do You Understand? [feat. Gunna & Tory Lanez]

Yeah Yeah, yeah Young Jefe, holmes Yeah Run that back, Turbo Choppers on deck, everything is on demand You want a check, first you gotta have a plan And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan Girl you need a man, and he need them bands And y'all need a plan And y'all can't be playin' Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? It's a new day, I'm makin' plays Hit green Young Jefe get out of my way Ghost ridin' a Wraith, she said it's not safe Two bands on my chains bitch get out of my face Girl can't you see it's a lot on my plate Girl can't you see that they lyin', they fake I'm makin' money not makin' mistakes Already don't like me I know they gon' hate She fuck me good, just like she should She fix me breakfast and roll me a 'Wood Ain't leavin', never and that's understood Really respect her when she in the hood Really respect her when she in the mall Gucci my Letterman that's how I ball She say I'm a gentleman and I'm a boss Girl you so elegant, ain't got a flaw I'm very repellent (yeah) To all of my exes (What? What?) They say that I'm eggin' (yeah) My bitch she intelligent (ayy) I'm sippin' on medicine (yeah) They can't get no evidence (up) Drastic measurement (up, up) This shit was heaven sent (yeah, yeah) Choppers on deck, everything is on demand You want a check, first you gotta have a plan And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn (drippin' goddamn) My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan (she got a tan) Girl you need a man (need a man), and he need them bands (need them bands) And y'all need a plan (get a plan) And y'all can't be playin' Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah) Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah) Do you understand? (Do you understand?) What the fuck that I'm sayin'? (Fuck that I'm sayin') 'Cause I'm all in you rubber band, yeah I got hunnids and money bands, yeah In the back of the van, ooh I used to eat out the can, flew Straight from a fly to Sudan, two Bad lil' bitches done fucked me, they know what the plan, the plan is Fuckin' you in the van and beatin' it up like it's MMA Ain't cuffin' no pussy that's innocent I fuck it then put it on better days And I be smellin' like lemonade, out of Minute Maid In Aventador, pull up in the door And it's any days, put you in a daze Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Do you understand? (Do you understand?) I used to hit the corner really peachy do you want the hand? (Do you want the hand?) I hit the block on the four (four) All my niggas do the most (most) Me and Glizzy like the bros Disappearing in the Ghost, woah Choppers on deck, everything is on demand You want a check, first you gotta have a plan And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan Girl you need a man, and he need them bands And y'all need a plan And y'all can't be playin' Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? We need a safe, house with a lake Big Body Benz, Rollie big face Cover your lens, I see the fake Dodgin' the case, gotta escape Eat everyday, I keep food on the plate She fuck me good, wake up feedin' me grapes Stones in my ears they can't ears what you say Me and Fif took that Rolls Royce outta space Dude you twenty and I'm tryna race She 'bout that money we fuck at the bank Niggas turn fraud when you tell 'em you can't I order ship and ain't lettin' it sink You gon' get rich or just live with your rank Got three or four watches still no time to wait And start lookin' at it I know what you think You gon' ride or die, homie down to grave (down to the grave) It's hard paint a picture without all the paint I look in your eyes and I can't see the pain I just want her box so I give her a ring Girl you a diamond don't need to appraise You didn't even hear, but I know that you saved Just met a agent, he gon' get me paid I buy one more chain and I'm gon' be a slave Choppers on deck, everything is on demand You want a check, first you gotta have a plan And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan Girl you need a man, and he need them bands And y'all need a plan And y'all can't be playin' Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?