Lyrics : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Jerry Cruz/Grant Feldman/Hunter Brown/Lola Paulette
Music : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Jerry Cruz/Grant Feldman/Hunter Brown/Lola Paulette
Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash on it
Margiela on Margiela, Maison on Maison
I'm overseas with these hoes, spaces for spaces
Can't do nothin' regular, huh-huh, I'm far from basic
Can't lose no sleep 'bout this shit, I already made it
Lean cups everywhere, I been off that, yeah
I can't get off her, hit from the back, I'm pullin' on her hair
She wanna ride it, yeah, in hotel, she so nasty
Who would've ever thought I had her like this? She so classy
You can leave right now, you not my first bad bitch
Tell them niggas, "Pipe down," they just got hit on maverick
**** them niggas talkin' 'bout? I'm havin', I've been doin' this shit five years straight
I ate off everybody's plate, so you know I came a long way
Now I got my own plate, now I got my own
I'm really livin' that life, it's not WWE, don't try this shit at home
I don't want to ****, just want yo' top, yeah-yeah, give me your dome
Shawty got that WAP, that sloppy top, had me stiffer than a gnome
I'm far from normal, yeah-yeah, I'm different
I'm ridin' in a 'Rari tryna show her how to drift it
This stick just like, **** nigga, don't get your face lifted
These diamonds from Alex Moss, you know I don't shop at no Tiffany's
Can't what you give, you gotta give 'em what I deserve
I been off these drugs, it'll take me a minute to resurge
I get off them bowls, it don't take me nothin' to re-up
I helped you with all your problems, yeah, it's never enough
All these niggas soft like teddy bears, stop portrayin' like you tough
How you think I was gon' cuff you? I had all my problems ****ed
I ain't dodgin' nobody, we can if you wanna
Don't be ridin' up, sayin' stuff, if it's really up
I was just smokin' that Kush, countin' money, can't fit in rubber bands
So much ****in' money just countin', I'ma need more hands
I'ma need a new backpack and some bigger pants
Shawty twerkin, slidin' on the racks, money avalanche
Margiela on Margiela, Maison on Maison
I'm overseas with these hoes, spaces for spaces
Can't do nothin' regular, huh-huh, I'm far from basic
Can't lose no sleep 'bout this shit, I already made it
Lean cups everywhere, I been off that, yeah
I can't get off her, hit from the back, I'm pullin' on her hair
She wanna ride it, yeah, in hotel, she so nasty
Who would've ever thought I had her like this? She so classy