I pull up and how about a cleanest They come in and get you, they mean it

He copy my style when he seen it She hate me but really don't mean it

She waving it up when she finish My wife said pop it, I'm shittin'

You smoking that mean, your pictures I'm gon' have to come get you

I pull up and how about a cleanest They come in and get you, they mean it

He copy my style when he seen it She hate me but really don't mean it

She waving it up when she finish My wife said pop it, I'm shittin'

You smoking that mean, your pictures I'm gon' have to come get you

They hate me, they know that I made it Hit me up on my favorite

Your b*****s all in rotation Fresh cup, down wave

Get a Mercedes Baby, I'm lit, go and nape

Terry, I'll kill him, ayy Making them bands every day

Tell that b*****s run away In the North, blondes

Shirt didn't get me played Now I'm f*****, fake it

Fake it till you make it, yeah That's a dare

Ice cubes on my neck, yeah How much is it worth?

In the foreign, and it's boring Listen to your mixtape and it's boring

Careful on the streets, speeding while it's snowing

See a b***** and you come to not knowing

I be on a plane, yeah, while you f***** Sipping on that brown, yeah

Kelly, you rolling Baby, I just bought your flight

You, where you going? Couple strokes and it f***** like a ruin

I pull up and how about a cleanest? They come in and get you, they mean it

He copy my style when he seen it She hate me, but really don't mean it

She wiping it up when she finish My wife said, pop it, I'm shittin'

You smoking that mean, your pictures I'm gon' have to come get you

I pull up and how about a cleanest? They come in and get you, they mean it

He copy my style when he seen it She hate me, but really don't mean it

She wiping it up when she finish My wife said, pop it, I'm shittin'

You smoking that mean, your pictures I'm gon' have to come get you

Check up, if I give it to you, don't mess up Gotta be money, then flex up

Double D, yeah, get your chest up Gotta look good when you next up

Give me that d**k, get your head up Making that sandwich, get your bread up

Mama told me, get my head up ATM, I get that cash, no, I get that guap

ATM, the speed is hot, I got that d**k on the side

Louis with the Gucci, yeah, I mix it in Japan Showing off your bird, very FaceTime with friends

Low -key up, wanna f**k me, I ain't playin' I get the money, power up like it's Super Saiyan

Christmas on the island, yeah, she just wanna tan

Louis, Beyoncé, yeah, I'ma need a fan Fake it till you make it, yeah, that's a dare

Ice cubes on my neck, yeah, how much is it worth?

And I'm foreign, and it's pouring Listen to your mixtape, and it's boring

Careful on the streets, speeding while it's slowing She a d**k, and you come to not knowing

I be on a plane, yeah, while you f**kin' Sipping on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland

Baby, I just bought your flight, where you going?

Come and stop sending f**king like a ruin