DOTTED LINE (feat. Veeze)

Put your name on the, yeah

Put your name on the dotted line, now this bitch with SSR

Bend her over, fuck her all on camera, baby, yous a star

Show my face and get 'em on consignment, they know who involved

They bite the swag, I'm ballin' like I'm Jimmy but don't hoop at all

Motor city finest, the 'Vette move like a Viper

I pulled up and shitted on 'em, baby need a diaper

Talk it but don't walk it, type of **** he ain't pipe shit

Hold my nuts and stand on my toes, I feel like Mike Jack'

Oh, you think you 'bout that? Man, I doubt that

Type of check that I got, can't even count that

She just wanna fuck me, probably 'cause I rap

Try yo luck and touch me, turn into Iraq

This shit I'm in is Marni, it look like iceberg

Trendsetter, I rock it then watch the price surge

Chanel sneakers to chill in, to match her white purse

This broken heart, revenge made me heal, I feel just like Durk

Cool mothafucker rocking Rhude while I'm hustling

Chopped and screwed out in public, keep the tool for the muscle

Yo, yo, I'm losin' my voice (Oh, LOL, yeah)

Beef, I ain't stuntin', made a mill', I ain't touch it

Hard on a bitch, give no kiss, barely hug her

She just not no dime piece, I don't see myself cuffin'

This outfit a five piece, It still look like I'm bummy

Baby girl all on me, this shit here slick harassment

Shorty toting a box Glock, he can't even be on camera

Put some dirty money on lil' brodie gave him Tetanus

You know I'm a king like in the trenches, no security

Leather seats, shit like one girl out of ten, boo

Way more freaks, she tryna fuck me 'cause my check grew

Man, I'm Virgil, Maybach status, I need leg room

I'ma be ballin' next ten summers, check yo FanDuel

Freaky bitch sending pics, but I won't fuck her with another dick

I can't even fuck her for the fuck of it

Heard you went Presi, but ain't workin' for the government

She say she won't fuck but I gotta take her out in public

She be giving hints, I be quick to change the subject

I went up from nothing, that's a upset, what he on? Don't trust that

Wake up, catch a couple bucks, ain't wipe the crust yet

Squad ball, she see a star, she tryna cut check

Goddamn, you know we make films 'fore the budget hit

Look me in my eye and said she love me, I feel nothingness

Thought you was my dog, how it come to this?

We come from a dollar in the store, couple quarter chips

We was smoking quarter to the ho till your first quarter, bitch

Knew you would get married to the game when we was courtin' it

Anything you **** ever wanted, we was sportin' it

I ain't never give a fuck about it, why you forcin' it?