U2 she.. is WHO?

These

Bitches be talkin bout

Feelin me

Killin me and a Patek

My boy say K you kiddin me

How you met this bitch in the Met?

I told shorty"We selfish that's why we get along"

Thinkin that we both selfless

That's why we gettin gone

Got her

Pickin up my ways

Oh you ain't seen her?

Baguettes her fav

Sometimes a pain like Gina

She say"These Louboutin's? I hope that they Christians

Cause anything else is against my religion"

But she'll

Pour a four in a liter

Swipe your card if it's a Visa

Ball hard like Trevor Ariza

Till niggas end up in Ibiza

I guess that same shit

That you said I should've said it to

I guess that same fear

That you had I should've let it loose

Temptation spot me

It's funny you think you got me

But

These hoes for everybody

I know a bitch who fucked on Lucci

You know she want the finer things

You know Gucci and Pucci

Ain't nothing wrong with designer things

Gotta put myself first Lucious

And if I buy you these Balenci frames

Just make sure you astucious

Cause I'm the type of nigga

Who gone keep this shit reclusive

Keep it movin if we choosin

Go head this shit mutual

If you choosin then you snoozin

Go head keep it mutual

Anywhere round the globe

Tell your woes, tell you hoes, tell your bros

Let em know

Let em know

Let em know

Let let let let em know

Yeah