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Yeah
I would've stuck on the strip with Maria
Now I'm getting all of this cash and my feet up
Rollin' my ganja, rollin' my tree up
I don't wanna feel anything when I re-up
If she was your hoe, so then why did she free up?
She in the stu' and then sing like Aaliyah
And they on the internet actin' like we got a problem
Don't say a word when they see us
Sippin' tequila, feelin' like I been sippin' by the litre
All of my diamonds shinin' out the metre
I keep the baddest bitches from Bahia, yeah
I'm 'bout to fly me one into Ibiza
My little chica, I call her Maita
I'm tryna check on the profits like I was a preacher
Funny how it all turned out, when I see the yacht turn up (let's go, let's go)
Niggas stay bitin' my style
Bitches say tryin' they luck (let's go)
Sweet little bitch, she foul, but you know I love me a slut (let's go)
Rolls-Royce pushin' for miles, still get head in my truck (let's go)
Pull up on 'em all like style
I can see a stone to buss
Can't get off of my phone line, she can see the zone too much
I just hit that hoe 'fore she know too much (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smokin' the finest, I'm the finest
And he love me 'cause I got the tightest
I leave the room in a crisis
Too many nights, don't know where the time went
I let him book all the flights
I'm bringin' my friend with me to surprise him
I got him watchin' his climax, you know that pussy is crisis
He wanna pick me up
He know them bitches he fuck with ain't real as us
In the back of the Bentley truck
He buy me Chaneli, so I keep the blicky tucked
Keep it G, just how I like it, now we don't need to recite it
Two rounds up on a PJ, too hot bitch, look, I'm a pilot
Sippin' tequila, feelin' like I been sippin' by the litre
All of my diamonds shinin' out the metre
I'ma show 'em how to treat a keeper
Only these heels on me when he show up
In my bag, bitch, I'm finna glow up
I got 'em hatin' online, they don't even know us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Funny how it all turned out, when I see the yacht turn up (let's go, let's go)
Niggas stay bitin' my style
Bitches say tryin' they luck (let's go)
Sweet little bitch, she foul, but you know I love me a slut (let's go)
Rolls-Royce pushin' for miles, still get head in my truck (let's go)
Pull up on 'em all like style
I can see a stone to buss
Can't get off of my phone line, she can see the zone too much
I just hit that hoe 'fore she know too much (yeah, yeah, yeah)