might just have to rip it through my nose
pull up at her door with hella different color roses
'cause i'll go anywhere with you i don't care where we goin'
topped me by the palm trees
i ain't yo ex but i'll still pull up at the function
think i found the formula for stacking up these hundreds
might put bands on my hands like a lobster
i was getting slammed into lockers
bitch i feel like mr. crocker
hit it from the back like a fender bender
i hit it then i dip like a chicken tender
my wrist iced out like a winter blizzard
but you don't get the picture
might just turn this uber ride into a fake taxi
said that gucci drop was hella hard
i feel like steve i had to stack em up
my shawty drippin like an aqueduct
so goofed that i can't move and i'm sad as fuck
still hit her with that pool cue
i'm like mike with the pump fake
designer is fine i could put you in it if you want
like are you tryna have a lunch date
freshest around like i got the febreeze
head in the ground like an ostrich
'cause i been staring at my pc making beats until my eyes are sore
i get more checks than the verizon store
competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form