Now, I don't think it's just the drugs talking, but I really think this s**t gon' work
What you think?
Um, I don't know
It might
But anyways, um
Did you see that video on Instagram? (What video?)
It had me dying, but yea
Don't think I didn't see your Chanel shoes
(Hey, hey I think it'll work)
Did you fall asleep?
Uzi
Of course it's gon' work (And what a lovely morning)
Uzi, wake your ass up
Aye, I told that b***h I count my cake, b***h get out my face
.45 on my waist, boy get out my way
Goyard on my waist, boy you ain't got taste
Now I'm getting cake, now your b***h gon' lay
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I'ma thug
Know some crips and bloods
Zanny, boy on drugs
Got a lot of people banking on me
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
Coming home, they be waiting on me
Like jump off my dick, all that faking homie
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like f*ck nigga, like can you leave me lone?
Made a million by myself, so yeah, that be my song
Like yeah I rock designer when I'm in my zone
Yeah I f****d your mama, I'm on my VLONE
Say I'm higher than a drone, boy you is my clone
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that b***h some stones
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones
Two eight one three three oh eight zero zero four
Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching
Drop the top, cocaine ceiling
Backwood, propaine pilling
Say my name in it, now your chain missing
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas get the f*ck up off me
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
Like oh god damn, that's the b***h that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was f*****g your love
11 AM, you took that b***h right to brunch
