Pick it up and drop it to the floor for me
You my Beyoncé, go ahead and dance for me Bad as the f*ck I know
French tip or the all-white toes
Steady tellin' me she wanna drive the boat
Call me Bryson Tiller she get whatever she want
Said it, then I meant it, baby, I ain't got to front
Goin' OT like it's the first of the month
Put you in some rocks, have you stone cold stunning
Baby, you the one, I'ma keep it 100
Call it waterpark, she be wet before I touch it
We should duck off and don't tell nobody nothin'
It cost, but I love it
Shawty so high-maintenance
That's my lil' bae, she so high-maintenance Spark us one up, yeah, we stay faded
Broke and lame hoes, they can stay hatin' Bought a fast car, said she like racin
Tell me hurry up, she don't like waitin' Everything real, we do no fakin
Got everything done, she so high-maintenance, mm-hmm
Set came from LuLu, bougie like New-New
Can't nobody do it like I do you
I can put you on some things you ain't used to
I can't lie, shit, I like mine delulu
It's a tag on my jeans, that's the usual
Put a spell on me, she must do voodoo
Neiman Marcus, drop a bag on you
Spendin' rent, 1,200 on some shoes
Steak 48 on the plate, Wagyu
She say I hate broke bitches, me too
Dressed with the heels and the bottom all red Couldn't even match, I was spendin' all blues