Hold on, CJ
Uh, uh
Yeah
I put a scratch on my Rolls, it cost me a thousand to fix it
Double M, tan like a biscuit, open her back, have a picnic
Fuck up a sack on drugs
My mama 'nem trippin’, but this shit my business
I done paid forty ten-thousand miles
Ain't no way God ain't givin’ forgiveness
I give Birkin's out like a sweepstake
Pop out everyday like my birthday
This shouldn't have been out in the first place
Hydraulics gon' pop on the freeway
My dawg, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the biz'
I had two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it
(Could I be? Uh, hmm, skrrt) I had almost broke my wrist
Down bad, still won't drink tris
He still poppin', let's see who we’re missin’
I got word these niggas been bitchin'
And that shit came from the bitches
I’ma call her late night when I miss it
My dawg creepin', like nah, he on bullshit
Louis V come in the boots, stomp on the business I do
White and red 'Rari, Ryu, should steal an AP from you
Just to be down with my crew
Just to be one of my boo's, how can we lose?
Thank you for sendin’ her money and takin' her out on a cruise
I'm sippin' Quay today
I can't get no drank away, it ain't nothin' loose
Startin' to fade away
I scored the first A today, Kyrie from the two
Just sent the bitch to the doctor
She come back for lunch, it's new body, that pussy brand new
Sauce done went JuJutsu Kaisen
Domain expansion, these diamonds might GoJo the room
(We got high tape with five-hundred, suu whoop)
Drive the Rolls Royce like a blazer, nigga
Pick up 'bout two-hundred thousand
From doin' commercials, L.A. with my Asian niggas
Sellin' kimbo's, rock 'em on ice
Play with this drip and you probably get sliced
She see this pimpin', you might lose your wife
Designer leathers, on Brian McKnight
How many times I told y'all?
Step by myself, I don't need not a friend
I'm walkin' around with F.N.'s, hot bitch spill the Jeremy Lin
They can pay me in pesos, euros
Fuck it, them niggas can pay me in yen
Elon's got a nigga on ten, eyes rot 'til my brain off ten
Niggas always be talkin' 'bout opps, only Jakes, they know it's T.D
Seven karat gon' look like a CD, my bitch busty as hell, and peachy
I've been rich since you niggas was kids
It's your first Maybach, I had six
I put six-hundred grand in a bitch, I stopped all the way for the blitz
Pour a four, I walk to her gritz, fuck porn, I'ma fuck my wrist
Sixty karats wetter than my bitch, sixty karats wetter than a fish
I'm blacker than solar eclipse, man, yeah, I still drink Kool-Aid
I had bitches since niggas had two ways
Even then, I had 'em goin' two ways
I put a—, I put a scratch on my Rolls, it cost me a— fix it, fix it
Double M, tan like a biscuit, open her—, open her back, have a picnic
Fuck up a sack on drugs
My mama 'nem trippin', but this shit my business
I done paid—, I done paid forty ten-thousand miles
Ain't no way God ain't givin' forgiveness
Give Birkin's—, give Birkin's out like a sweepstake
Pop out every birthday, birthday
This shouldn't have been out in the first place
Hydraulics gon' freeway, freeway
My dawg, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the biz'
Two con—, two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it
