why would i be worried 'bout hoes?
and if you ain't ever leaning
you ain't sip that dirty before
ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women
think i'm pimpin' on hoes
cause my wrist still drippin'
in the cut with my hittas
i'm a champagne pourin' nigga
i love big asses and tits
and if you're here just to witness
no he not ballin' like us
who the fuck he think he is?
you gotta come to my city
you gotta see how we live
you should just come on the bed
i should just fuck you right now
oh just forget what i said
i just be thinking out loud
can i hit in the mirror? yeah
i wanna see your body clearer
got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35
but she from the streets so don't get us started
handcuffs like i got arrested homie
i got all these taxes on me
diamonds shining that's for vvs' only
thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
i'm gettin' that dough and i'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
i got my name out that trappin' shit but i got the fame out this rappin' shit
now my watch and my chain is immaculate