Heyy

Yeah

My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (Yeah)

It's probably one of her lil' messy hatin'-ass friends bein' evil

I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up

Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser

Sixty hoes in New York havin' dinner

Bottega send it to me soon as they get it

I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter

Make sure everybody sit comfortable

You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'

She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us

They know we can't be fucked with, they not one of us

It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not fallin'

Brabus baby blue, the inside too

I'm feelin' like a kid again

They thought I got lucky last time

Fuck it, I'm back on that shit again

Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly

Got it chocolate to match her skin

I just gave bro a hunnid pounds of wham

Told him, "Tell the city it's in"

Majority of the time I hi and bye these ****

I ain't with all that lockin' in shit

Money over everything, try to stop it

You get popped right then and there

Message thread full of, "Where you at?"s and "Pull up on me"

Bunch of "Whens" and "Wheres"

Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance

All they care about is who they kill

I was tryna keep that shit in order

It got harder 'cause I was never there

It's a better life out here

I promise, brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear

I know how it feel to spin a opp

But it feel way better to count a million

I come from the bottom of the bottom

I shot right up through the fuckin' ceilin'

Heyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Heyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up

Take some, only when you need it

You won't make it far bein' greedy

My grandma taught me how to be a leader

If we fly commercial, we got greeters

They just know that we important people

They see how we comin', think we ghetto

Until their children tell 'em I'm their hero

Flight attendant said I look familiar

Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world"

Oh, that's your bitch? That's my hoe too

We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"

Real street music, I ran that field

If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl

Get your lick back, come step in my world

Two bitches on the same itinerary

Same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet (Yeah)

One of them don't say nothin', other askin', "Do we go together yet?"

Young turnt ****, ain't no holdin' back

This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon

I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that

I don't think I met a **** colder yet, like

Heyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Heyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey

Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey