Lyrics
Oh my God ladies and gentlemen
You remember me, long time
Shawty lurking on my page, better watch me flow
Hit the boomerang, and let em watch me slow
Hit the zoom again, and let em watch me close
Not to boast, i made it in your face like Hibachi stoves
Wok Wok Wok
I love dealing with a rich nigga (rich nigga)
I love dealing with a rich nigga
Cause he gon trick and imma trick
But he gon trick bigger
My last nigga was a fraud
It was a big difference
I gave my heart, this nigga put it on a bitch picture
All black in a range
And it's been a year
The Cartier cover the frame of these denim tears
I occupy the lane of the game, these bitches fear
I mean really
What the fuck is you saying?
These bitches weird
You a bottom feeder
Me
I'm in Ottolinger
Winter, spring, summer and autumn, i order either
I'm in AREA, The Attico, JPG
I'm in Gallery, Givenchy and Dion Lee
I mean the Webster,
Yeah they text me like every week,
And the collection
No question, just get me three
Get respect without twerking for em, up in the stu
I get checks without working for them
I'm Twitter Blue
Civil with who
Me
Bicker with you
I'm like Rsv mixed with covid
Sicker than flu
I put RnB, mix with poetry, this is new
You take Lauryn, me, Jigga and H.E.R., and you get the truth
You think you Big Meech, a big reach
You's a big bitch,
Start calling you big sis
I could never talk to little homie, the little guy
Who gotta wait for the big homie to get the tab
The last up, the Casper
The little nigga they send to go get some backwoods
Wooo
I'm just cringing at the thought
Ben Simmons when in Philly
I'm just sitting on the floor, like oh boy