OHMAMI (With Maggie Lindemann)

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling

Yuh (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

Yeah (woah)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, yeah

Cuban link, diamond cross

I got a Spanish chiquita, no habla inglés, not at all, no

Cut up three lines like Adidas, she clean that shit up with her nose

And I got a kilo, no Kilimanjaro baby, just a mountain of coke

Oh mami, this a new 'Rari

Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner

Then she bent it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah (uh, woah)

Oh mami, I got blue Molly

I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah

I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah (yeah, woah)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, no, no, no, oh

Yeah

Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it

Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it

Make you get down on your knees

Can't always have what you plеase

This bitch, ain't comin' for free

Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopеs

Drippin' in Prada, get caught up in the snow

"Bonnie and Clyde"

You know I carry a knife

You should be scared for your life

'Cause you know I don't play nice

Oh mami, this a new 'Rari

Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner

Ugh, now bend it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah (yeah, woah)

Oh, oh my

I don't wanna take this call, I'm too high; red eyes

She might even take the fall if I ask her

Baby, pop it backwards

Acting extra, but she never been an actress, yeah

Ah, shit

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah, woah

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah

Oh, shit

I said, I said, "Oh mami, this a new 'Rari"

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, I don't need no stylist

All of my dogs, they be wildin'

Shit

Fuck a double date