Ayy, come here right quick, bro What the f**k I'm talkin' about, damn? What? Hold up Let me call some f**k that for sure, girl Pull up on us 3 a.m. like Bossa Nova, bro Ayy, go and get a bottle from the corner store If I was you, I wouldn't f**k without no Trojan on I just picked a crib in the Louis store She talkin' bout what she gon' do it, she gon' do it though All the rum sold out, pull up to the yo You ain't gotta drive, I'm about to send this Uber Ayy, ayy That look like hoppin' out a Uber Better send a chauffeur with some fur and some jewelry Only God can judge me, f**k a 12 in the jury Get from Rome if you ain't hung like a jury Why you worried bout a condom? Where your account? I'ma need a check for I come in like a boss Chanel bag, b**ch, you got a list, you can't pronounce it Balenciaga habits, damn, I need to see a counselor Baguettes in my bracelet, well, give a b**ch a facelift Never trust a d**k that don't look right in gray sweats Like, why you pull it out if you ain't gon' spin it, though? Said he put it in, but I ain't feel it, though Let me call some d**k, that for sure will go Pull up on us 3 a.m. like Bossa Nova Ayy, a bottle, b**ch, bring the corner store If I was you, I wouldn't f**k off with his bro I just met the b**ch, big who in the Gucci store He talkin' bout how he be spinnin', but is he gon' spin it, though? Bought the rooms all out, it's your nary flow Sign this NDA or you can catch a Uber Ayy, I don't even call them b**ches, I'm just talkin' I be real respectful all the way up until I hit it I go from baby, I miss you, to come and eat your s**t It ain't like I'm askin' you to do somethin' you ain't never did Ayy, do y'all smoke, what y'all drinkin', what y'all chasin'? How your friends look, them b**ches better not be basin' If y'all ain't f**kin', don't pull up, we ain't gon' make it Don't ask me what that mean, that mean pull up, get naked Ayy, I'm with 5, you know who the f**k I'm with, man So bring 10, where the f**k you stay, I know you got him Cause I know 3 ugly, I know all the f**k ain't cold And at least 2 ain't gon' be with it Real gutta, f**k, got my body and my mind right I can't see the obstacles, I'm lookin' back at hindsight I'm in the Royce and the b**ch can't even find out You won't even hate me, you a fan, you need pom-poms Sittin' courtside, never been a sideline How you the connect, you ain't even got wifi How y'all sharin' f**k when y'all sharin' clothes? How you ridin' for your b**ch, but your L's suspended? I could raise you boys, bought this pipe, you my grandson I just dropped cash in Chanel like a grandson I need my end, son, Birdman hand rub Oh, I thought this s**t would air in this magazine, just said Let me call some b**ch that for sure will go Pull up on us 3 a.m. like Bossa Nova Ayy, f**k a bottle, bring the corner stuff If I was you, I wouldn't f**k, I'd f**k with his bro I just spent the b**ch vehicle in the Gucci store He talkin' bout how he be spendin', but is he gon' spend it though? Bought the rooms all out, itinerary flow Sign this NDA or you can catch a Uber