Lyrics
She being pressured from you, she leavin' side notes
Yeah, that bitch is contemplatin'; she wanna be in my world
She got Margielas on, I want that bitch on
But she get jealous of me, and I'm like fuck off (fuck off)
And now I'm making progress
Clothes made in Paris (yeah)
Bitch, now I'm making progress, close to being flawless
Tryna make them projects
Your bitch made no logic
He talk shit, it's gon' be one hit (one hit)
Leave him looking like (look like, look like)
Look like a zombie, his bitch look like Barbie (Barbie)
I'm just tryna go there, tryna find u somewhere (somewhere)
Swervin' with jackets, it's cold
She ain't even tell me "hello."
Switched up on me, that's dope
I'm running now, let's go
She being pressured from you, she leavin' side notes
Yeah, Givenchy on my body when I'm hitting side hoes
I got Margielas on, I got Margielas on
What happened with my bro, what happened with his hoe?
(With his hoe, with his hoe)
(With his hoe)
(With his hoe, what happened with his hoe?)
(With his hoe)
(I've got so much shit to tell you about
I got so much shit to tell you about.)
(Yeah)
Drop her money if she actin right (yeah, yeah)
Hold on, if you don't, get outta my sight
I mean, if she don't get on her knees tonight
Imma catch my flight, catch my flight
And now I'm making progress
Clothes made in Paris
Bitch, now I'm making progress, close to being flawless
Tryna make them projects
Your bitch made no logic
(You better hear me right, you better hear me right.)
You better hear me right
You better hear me right
I might just put you on
Middle of the night
Now I'm moving slow, yeah, yeah
If you wanna go, never
She being pressured from you, she leavin' side notes
Yeah, that bitch is contemplatin'; she wanna be in my world