Letras
This the chiefs kiss serving up my best dish
Reaching for my neckless shit you must of got a death wish
She eat me up for breakfast lunch and dinner lips like Kyle Jenner
Interstate in that sprinter they call me the bread winner
Only figure I ever worry about is my six figures
Get on the track it get ugly as disfigured my wrist glitter
Come off the bench like a pinch hitter
She fucking with this nigga she feel every inch in her (Ooowee)
Your homie in the interagation room singing like a tinner
Got money on the agenda so ya calls return to sender
We up like antenna shit banging no bandana
I like my cars low like Santana that's they can't stand us
I just keep it cool take this shit day to day
I remember when my mom used to pay shit on lay away
These niggas they be lucka with their dreams they fade away
I'm coming through in that all white Bentley after later day
They think it's drug money at least that's what my neighbors say
Hahaha (ooowee) y'all just need to mind ya own mutha fucking businessman yeah
I'm on a 2nd run 2nd to none but God a beast is what I've become against all odds no fasaud
Slide in a garage to a Ménage with some stripper hoes
Don't let these bitches lie they fucking on the job
Two many scrutinize can't do as a I beats get bruatalized
Foolish pride could turn to you too soon demise
Used to sell them trey bags two for five
Now it's exotics by the box selling for the high
What a time to be alive
Shiety mask they can't identify
Scrap the plate like it's dinner time friend or foe the thinnest line
You wanna get into her pockets just get in mind
It's works every time (ooowee)