Letras
Yeah, yeah, like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy) (Ayy)
Okay, she suck on dick like she wanna get married (she wanna get married)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary, hold on (shit getting scary)
I don't not rap, so please don't compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad
These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror I'm glad to be me
Then I run up my racks for whole fucking day then I go back to sleep
Boy you fake as your diamonds, you fake as a btich, boy you need to decease
Yes I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea (let's go, let's go, okay)
I'm with Bans in this bitch, we got freaky hoes (we got freaky hoes)
I like when the pussy be tight like a cheerio (like a cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go"
I know they mad that I'm happy
I was fucking your bitch, you was playing a game, I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talking down about me, I'ma put your ass right in a caddy
Okay, she suck on dick like she wanna get married (she wanna get married)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary, hold on (shit getting scary)
I don't not rap, so please don't compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad
These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats
Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, whoa
I ride around with that cutter
How you gon' fuck on my brother?
Then you gon' tell me you love me
Young nigga straight out the slum