Bouncin' with six sluts at the Four Seasons HB on the track Rio Mac Bouncin' with six sluts at the Four Seasons And my motor breathin', I'm at Ruth's Chris feastin', yeah Fill the coupe up too much, I spill gas Rolled up, I spill gas, tap the gas, it snatch, yeah I just walked in Saks and spent some cash, yeah I just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah I just parked on Jackson in the Jag, yeah Juicy, she got Chanel on her back, yeah My ex-ho was fussin' for no reason Shoes, these overseas, snatched off, no key needed Sheesh, I got these wounded ass kicks on my feet bleedin' Bitch, I'm with a Greek fiend, fuckin' then I'm leavin' Sheesh, I got this ounce of dope on my lap and it's seedless Me and your ho strangers, chasin' guap and cheesing' Yes, just bought this ratchet ass Glock, use for defence Squeeze it without thinkin', and I'm sippin' pink shit Fried your last petal, slap it and start geekin' Coupe filled up with gas, I can't use that cheap shit, yeah Got this boujee ass bitch I always be with Always spillin' gas, act like we don't need it Bouncin' with six sluts at the Four Seasons And my motor breathin', I'm at Ruth's Chris feastin', yeah Fill the coupe up too much, I spill gas Rolled up, I spill gas, tap the gas, it snatch, yeah I just walked in Saks and spent some cash, yeah I just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah I just parked on Jackson in the Jag, yeah Juicy, she got Chanel on her back, yeah Dirt money in my brand new jeans, clean (stud) Pourin' up that dirty but it came clean (drank) Opps, we do 'em dirty, that's a stain (count it up) Autotune the whip, ain't no T-Pain, aye (skr) Rings all on my fingers, bitch, I look like Mike Got two new hoes that look alike (yeah) That ride on dick like mountain bikes (uh) They love me 'cause I look like Mike Fill up fifty on fifteen Push that button and fuel, no keys (skr) Backwoods filled with gasoline (yeah) Ride with all my day one niggas, like tires, they roll with me 96 plus 4 with me (100) Get bread and then count loaf with me (money) Got 36 onions in my bag, call it groceries (what) Bet your bitch wanna go with me Might make her open doors for me (none of that) Shit Bouncin' with six sluts at the Four Seasons And my motor breathin', I'm at Ruth's Chris feastin', yeah Fill the coupe up too much, I spill gas Rolled up, I spill gas, tap the gas, it snatch, yeah I just walked in Saks and spent some cash, yeah I just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah I just parked on Jackson in the Jag, yeah Juicy, she got Chanel on her back, yeah