Do You Understand? (feat. Gunna & Tory Lanez)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Young Jefe, homes

Yeah

Run that back, Turbo

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she's soakin' wet, she trippin', goddamn

My little butter pecan, yeah, she got a tan

Girl, you need a man, and he need them bands

And ya'll need a plan, and ya'll can't be playin'

Do you understand what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

It's a new day, I'm making plays

Hickory, Young Hefe, get outta my way

Ghost ridin' the Wraith, she said "It's not safe"

Two bells on my shirt, bitch, get outta my face

Girl, can't you see there's a lot on my plate?

Girl, can't you see that they lyin', they fake?

I'm makin' money, not makin' mistakes

Already don't like me, I know they gon' hate

She fucked me good, just how she should

She fix me breakfast and roll me a wood

Ain't leavin' never and that's understood

Really respect her when she in the hood

Really respect her when she in the mall

Gucci my letterman, that's how I ball

She said I'm a gentleman and I'm a boss

Girl, you so elegant, ain't got a flaw

I'm very repellent, yeah, to all of my exes (What? What?)

They said that I'm arrogant (Yeah)

My bitch, she intelligent (Hey)

I'm sippin' on medicine (Yo)

They can't get no evidence (Oh)

Drastic measurement (Oh, oh)

This shit was heaven sent (Yeah, yeah)

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she's soakin' wet, she trippin', goddamn

My little butter pecan, yeah, she got a tan

Girl, you need a man, and he need them bands

And ya'll need a plan, ay, ya'll can't be playin'

Do you understand what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Ay, do you understand what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

I got money in rubber bands, yeah

I got hunnids in money bags, yeah

In the back of the van, I used to eat out of cans (Food)

Straight from a flight to Sudan (To)

My lil' bitch used to fuck me and know what the plan

The plan is fucking you in the van

And beatin' it up like it's MMA

Cuffin' no pussy, that's innocent

I fuck it and put it on better days

And I'll be smelling like lemonade out of Minute Maid

In Aventador, pull up in the door and it's any days

Put you in a daze, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Do you understand?

I used to hit the corner, really pitch it to you underhand

I hit the block on the four

All my **** do the most

Me and Glizzy like the bros

This a pen and it goes

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she's soakin' wet, she trippin', goddamn

My little butter pecan, yeah, she got a tan

Girl, you need a man, and he need them bands

And ya'll need a plan, and ya'll can't be playin'

Do you understand what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

We need a safe, house with a lake

Big body Benz, Rollie, big face

Cartier lens, I see the fake

Diamond encased, gotta escape

Eat everyday, I keep food on the plate

She fucked me good, wake up feeding me grapes

Stones in my ears, still can't hear what you say

Me and 'Fe took the Rolls Royce, outer space

Two stacks, 220 and I'm tryna race

She got that money, we fuck at the bank

****, turn fraud when you tell 'em you can't

I order ship, I'm not lettin' it sink

You gon' get richer or just live with your rank?

Got three or four watches, still no time to wait

Inside lookin' out, it ain't all what you think

You gon' ride or die, homie, down to the grave

Down the to the grave, it's hard paintin' a picture without all the paint

I look in your eyes and I can't see the pain

I just want a boss so I give her ring

I know you a diamond, don't need to appraise

You just need to hero to know that you safe

Just met a agency, gon' get me paid

I buy one more chain I'm gon' be a slave

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she's soakin' wet, she trippin', goddamn

My little butter pecan, yeah, she got a tan

Girl, you need a man, and he need them bands

And ya'll need a plan, and ya'll can't be playin'

Do you understand what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?