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