Текст песни
(Rah it's BKay una)
Mm, mm, mm
You are the weakest link, boy
When I was little, wanted Lelli Kelly (Lelli Kelly's)
Now I'm older, new bag Chanelly Kelly
Whip the Merc the glass black
The seat peanut butter jelly
Put the purse in the passenger, one up (Skr)
Tell them bitches get their funds up
They're knowing that I'm with that (huh)
And even when it's pitch black
Grinding 'til the sun's up
I ain't with the dumb stuff
They say fuck your six-pack
Swing it like a nunchuck
My young buck, gun buck
He don't do the tump up
Anyhow, they send him in a Uber, you're luck up
Bitches know I'm Big Boss, rich forever, stuck up
Oh, you don't like me?
I'm like shut the fuck up
Talk, but I don't penny any
Make them dance like its stone love, weddy-weddy
Said he's petty, but I'm pettier
Sweet girl act, I'm tryna hide these loose screws
He ain't tryna rock with you
He rock with Chy Cartier
True, I'm steadier (steadier)
And my bank account fat too (fat too)
Is it me or 'cause I rap boo? (Huh)
Money can't change me (huh)
Like I don't get paid and act brand new (nah)
Only converse with the ones of my calibre (woo)
Suited & Booted, AP Royal Oak left wrist (woo)
This ain't a terrier
44 Bulldog and he got teet' for it dentist
Refer to me the bestest, best, best
I'm the best dressed (yeah)
About man clown me, I got his head stress
Prettiest problem, I run it up often, not only on the weekend
Swimming with the sharks, I'm in the deep end
Talking like you're dumb, I'll make you see sense, no false pretence (nah)
I'm sitting in Paris having dinner by the Eiffel
I'm prolly with your idol
Broke you're not my rival (never)
That is it
Boy (boy)