Loading up, I got to send a message I'm at Rodeo I just dropped a bag at Neiman's all up on my hoe
YSL from head to toe Undercover I switch season's up
Undercover on my top YSL on my jeans
Out in Milan with my thot rockin' double C
Space coupe we been off of 2H-B
All up in the club my side hoe want more drugs
Can't hear the things she said I'm them drugs, I'm out my mind
She want love but I want bands don't know nun but pouring up lines
On my waist like Calvin Klein know they won't see me decline
2K watch that mean to fly 2 watches, I'll take my time
It get's hard when tables turn leave her alone and she be fine
It get's hard when bridges burn I won't stop, the rest is mine
Used to want a GLE now I need a Range Rover
Ask her what she want from me I can't rearrange her way
I can't leave it, I can't leave it
Walk in with that fye every time I delete it
I get moncler early every winter season
If she say that she cold, I would let her keep it
Wake up, get some racks next day then I'll repeat it
She played herself in the end I hate to see it
I left the club with two bitches, she was peeking
Told Pain let's get chrome, went Soho and spree it
Loading up, I got to send a message I'm at Rodeo
I just dropped a bag at Neiman's all on my hoe
YSL from head to toe I've been undercover
Te extraño
Te amo