Come on, come on
(Ahh yeah)
I don't like messy
You know I'm a baller
I won't get into it
The bitch won't press me
But I ain't even going
I won't give it to her
We out on the island
And this shit real Private, but I give Tours
Fell in love with the racks
I've been running up sacks, but I need more
I give pressure
I'm not extra
I'm not flexing for no whore
Yes I'm better on a new level
I've been grinding, trying to get more
I can go 30 for 30
Who want it
The Biggest who run it
This shit is humongous
I make a bitch Drop quick
These chains, they hitting, They glistening, They Bussing
I'm in the whip with My bitch, she got nice ass and tits
She know that I love it
I like a bitch so thick, because I like gripping her hips
Whenever I f*ck her, you know I got racks
And I'm in the whip so fast, punch it
I like Christian Dior on my feet, because I like trapping In my new Runners
He rock Purple and I wear Amiri
We nothing alike, got nothing in common
So many Bags look like we the grocery, we Running the spot and we ready to Bomb it
And I give all these bitches hell, Why you try and give me what I sell
I'm a burn up the beat im a make it melt, and I'm balling so hard like Prime ODell
Deep in the water like Michael Phelps, I had a Bougie, but you made her Pout
Lately been busy, I'm changing lanes, I'm in the booth and I'm spitting flames
I had to go hit up what's-her-name, so I don't need to bother my Old flame
And I need checks and checks, and racks and racks
No, I don't need no pain
And I need checks and checks, and racks and racks
No, I don't need no pain
I don't like messy
You know I'm a baller
I won't get into it
The bitch won't press me
But I ain't even going
I won't give it to her
We out on the island
And this shit real Private, but I give Tours
Fell in love with the racks
I've been running up sacks, but I need more
I give pressure
I'm not extra
I'm not flexing for no whore
Yes I'm better on a new level
I've been grinding, trying to get more
Tryna get more
C'mon
Oh, yeah, c'mon