They say they're running thru checks they got no dough
My brother fresh out the can he can bo- lo
Told her whine up your waist do that slow mo
They said they're gonna dip me but they are no show
Meanwhile im walking through ends im like yo sho'
Big man standing on strips they got no hope
She a fan of the gang she wants photos
Watch what you say cuz my ends
Your so mysterious
I find it funny you think theres compition when your body's looking serious
Even if they call my phone i aint never gonna bulge thats all meaningless
You the baddest but im really trynna kn-ow how you get the freakyness
Now your taking deeper breaths, im going deeper yes
Ill be your rider you be my bestfriend and i'll hold you down like that
I got what you need someone to count on and im gonna call right back
Working that ri-ri with that cv wine up your waist like that
Set it set it like that, bruk it bruk it like that
Don't listen to your friends
