Letras
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sitting on these leather seats, tryna get this money right
Took the roof right off the Jeep, it's no police, we runnin' lights
Crazy views and Black women, everything I want in life
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Forces, you the runnin' type
Let's get into it
In the house, but when I come outside, just know that fit is stupid (wow)
Two rings on one finger 'cause this custom ring been fittin' loosely (wow)
I was twenty-one on twenties, twenty thousand changed the blueprint
Less commercial, more a movie, Clicquot in that orange koozie
OG on me, on God, don't need your feelings (uh)
Ducked off and the roof cut off, don't need no ceilings (uh)
OG on me, on God, don't need your feelings (uh)
Ducked off and the roof cut off, don't need no ceilings
Down south nigga, been pouring up Veuve
She flippin' out on the phone like two-way
We left a mess on the sheets and the duvet
Real big smile on my face like Gucci
New wave, durag, new braids, who that?
With a bad thing, style looking like Clueless
Shawty asked me, boy, who you think you is?
Got a brand new attitude like, "Who this?"
Tag on the slacks say Kenzo
She fell in love with the tempo
Hair blowing all in the wind though
Fear no man like Jerry Lorenzo
Baby, real player like you watching a old film
Let me show you this foreign movie
Might have left the cooler but we good
'Cause we keeping it cold in this orange koozie
Big Floss
OG on me, on God, don't need your feelings (uh)
Ducked off and the roof cut off, don't need no ceilings (uh)
OG on me, on God, don't need your feelings (uh)
Ducked off and the roof cut off, don't need no ceilings
What you want? What you, what you want?
What you want? What you, what you want?
I park my shit, pour that champagne in the front
I park my shit, pour that champagne in the front
What you want? What you, what you want?
What you want? What you, what you want?
I park my shit, pour that champagne in the front
I park my shit, pour that champagne in the front