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The year has just started and right now
I’m looking for cribs overseas
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons
In a hundred-grand Jeep
When you see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad
If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga
Then it would get awkward
And I know that nigga get money now
I am the nigga that taught him
Bro, I get the birds in, fuck a drought
Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out
I get the money, money from her house
Out in a lovely, lovely country town
I said if you care about her, fly her out
Go to the Louis store and buy it now
I’ma keep pouring ’til I’m running out
I just hit it from the back
She scared she running out
Ooh, young and lit
Money keep on coming in
Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand by
Pull up and drum that shit
Ooh, deep in it, I’ma swim
Hand on heart, I love this chick
Ooh, all them niggas ’round me family
Love them on some brother shit
She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash
I keep on getting them flashbacks
I was OT so I had to bash
I almost thought about getting a cab back
Do it like Rico and video that
If we upload it, it prolly get some backlash
Backshot, she got the ripple effect
It’s two 10’s and I can’t help but slap that
Pull out, I don’t wanna be a dad yet
Plan B, baby, swallow that tablet
The way that she handle it, this one talented
Pum-pum soaking, feel like I’m paddling
Back come round I’m a fan of it
Ride on a bike one time and I’m saddling
Ayo, her doctor working wonders
Damn, that’s a big circumference
Girl wet, she don’t need no lube
When I’m 40th floor, you should see the views (alright)
She don’t wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man
I don’t wanna leak your nudes
How do I say without seeming rude?
Huh, I just wanna see if it’s cute
Shake that back like a video vixen
Diss one, he don’t wanna be in my tunes
She wanna go Nobu just for the snap
If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food
Word on the road, it’s Cench get 100 a show
This hoe wanna see if it’s true
Posh ting, she don’t wanna be with the squares no more
She said she wanna be with the goons
Thought she could hack it, not active
Too smokey, now she wanna leave the room
The year has just started and right now
I’m looking for cribs overseas
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons
In a hundred-grand Jeep
When you see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad
If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga
Then it would get awkward
And I know that nigga get money now
I am the nigga that taught him
I love the trap
Quarter milli on cars and never enough
Couple milli I put it aside
Cop me a villa in Mars
She need ten racks for her ass
And bro I put that on my dargs
My killers still swerving the Rona but that ain’t the reason for masks
I fill up the drum in the stick in a way
Spin it back like I’m Target
I sat in my kitchen, I whip in a way
And I’m dropping off white and no garlic
It’s a carousel when I’m spinning the tray
Hitter my flights delayed
I told my lil nigga go flex in my Rollie no money to waste
The year has just started and right now
I’m looking for cribs overseas
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons
In a hundred-grand Jeep
When you see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad
If you knew the truth ’bout that nigga
Then it would get awkward
And I know that nigga get money now
I am the nigga that taught him
