Scratched My Rolls

(Hold on, CJ)

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah

I put a scratch on my Rolls, it cost me a thousand to fix it

Double M, tan like a biscuit, open her back, have a picnic

Fuck up a sack on drugs

My mama 'nem trippin', but this shit my business

I done paid forty ten-thousand miles

Ain't no way God ain't givin' forgiveness

I give Birkin's out like a sweepstake

Pop out everyday like my birthday

He shouldn't have been out in the first place

Hydraulics gon' pop on the freeway

My dawg, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the biz'

I had two condos at the Ritz

I did not have crackers in it

(Still I be, uh, hmm, skrrt)

I had almost broke my wrist

Down bad, still won't drink Tris

He still poppin', let's see who we're missin'

I got word these niggas been bitchin'

And that shit came from the bitches

I'ma call her late night when I miss it

My dawg creepin', like nah, he on bullshit

Louis V come in the boots, stomp on the business I do

White and red 'Rari, Ryu, should steal an AP from you

Just to be down with my crew

Just to be one of my boo's, how can we lose?

Thank you for sendin' her money and takin' her out on a cruise

I'm sippin' Qua' today

I can't get no drank away, it ain't nothin' loose

Startin' to fade away

I scored the first A today, Kyrie from the two

Just sent the bitch to the doctor

She come back for lunch, it's new body, that pussy brand new

Sauce done went JuJutsu Kaisen

Domain expansion, these diamonds might GoJo the room

(We got high tape with five-hundred, soo-woo)

Drive the Rolls Royce like a blazer, nigga

Pick up 'bout two-hundred thousand

From doin' commercials, L.A. with my Asian niggas

Sellin' kimbo's, rock 'em on ice

Play with this drip and you probably get sliced

She see this pimpin', you might lose your wife

Designer leathers on Brian McKnight