Ay, yeah, metal, yeah, yeah, ay, ay, yeah
Messages, yeah, I check my messages
She been textin' me, she been trippin' me
Think I'm chasin' her, but I'm chasin' Benz
And you know my bro, yeah, you know my man
I got Saint Laurent, all up on my shades
And I got the Benjis, all up in my Benz
All up in my pants, I been hustlin'
They a bunch of lames, I can hang with them
And I treat your man like a side chick
I been runnin' up, they been takin' flicks
She been with me, til she saw my chain
On a new level, in a new lane
When she look at it, all she saw was rain
Fiji on my wrist, watch the diamonds bling
Watch the diamonds sing, yeah, that's how I do my dance
If you talkin', catch these hands
Make it out of the balance
Spittin' fire on the damn track
If I got the mic, I never lack
I don't sleep, I don't take naps
I'm just ballin' with my squad
Yeah, that's why I love my bruddas
We gon' make it to the top charts
This is only the dance start
Check my messages
Check my messages
See me text
See me tweet
Check my messages
Messages, messages
Check my messages
