Posted at the front just sipping up on the Alizé Bad bitches running and grindin' peepin' the baller mane Gold things and gold chain and gold rings Mean coach, tailored suits and Cartier frames Two steps 'cause players don't really dance hoe Break a nigga back by shakin'' dice on them dominoes Makin' money 'cause money is what I comprehend Sailor Moon I see you choose that in front your man Breaking hearts and locking lips I don't understand Bro became the rookie and sip all over this double can Glock up at the crib and don't be ringing the phone Getting loose straight off the Henny and my partners rolling the skunk Gettin' the red Testarossa steady switchin' them lanes Feelin' like I'm Tony Montana with diamonds in my chain Come and lounge at the players club, come get a back rub Feet up countin' money, see the stacks, bruh? Pockets filled with nothing but blues, I'm dropping checks Bring a bottle of your finest champagne, that's to the neck When I first saw you You threw me a kiss I, smiled and laughed it off I tried to resist you looked so good So inviting I wanted to stop and tell you You excite me I can feel a mutual attraction A mutual attraction I can feel a mutual attraction