CRYSTAL CLEAR

Yeah

Looking down at my wrist

I don't understand it

Some of my **** not here

Some of my bitches can't forgive me

Lot of shit I won't forget

I've been living through a seal

I've been seeing crystal clear

I'll probably never, ever love another bitch

I let the baguettes give her a lil' kiss

I'm putting bucket seats in all my fuckin' whips

I put the Prada seats in all my fuckin' trucks

I got your baby momma tryna come and fuck

This lil' money, my whole lifestyle luxury

I'ma paint her pussy wet, my crib plush

I drop fire, man, and stood up her lil' butt

I'm on a private jet, I'm rolling up a blunt

I'm in fashion shit in Paris and Milan

I got a ratchet bitch I'm fuckin' on for fun

Just stop it, shawty

You ain't go to pop it, shawty

200 thousand on the floor, it's awesome

I ain't got nothing, I'ma rockstar, shawty

I want money, like a million dollars

I done made it but I still got problems

Yeah

I still got problems

Yeah

Looking down at my wrist

I don't understand it

Some of my **** not here

Some of my bitches can't forgive me

Lot of shit I won't forget

I've been living through a seal

I've been seeing crystal clear

I'll probably never, ever love another bitch

I let the baguettes give her a lil' kiss

I'm putting bucket seats in all my fuckin' whips

I put the Prada seats in all my fuckin' trucks

I got your baby momma tryna come and fuck

This lil' money, my whole lifestyle luxury

I'ma paint her pussy wet, my crib plush

Billion dollar swag, got these fuck **** mad

I go Maybach truck, I'm pulling up just like your dad

I got the Wagon, sitting on racks

All my **** coming through throwing red rags

All the opp **** out throwing white flags

All the rat **** out throwing white flags

I need my money today, don't lag

Got yo' main bitch with me and she 'bout to crash

I think I'm done playing nice

Got my **** in the back shooting dice

All this fine shit really looking right

I got Wafi, flyin' out with the ice

Commas on commas, that's the shit that I like

Big ol' booty, shit, yeah, that's my type

Tell the runner go and get some more Sprite

Got me leanin', I be sippin' out the Urus

Yeah

Looking down at my wrist

I don't understand it

Some of my **** not here

Some of my bitches can't forgive me

Lot of shit I won't forget

I've been living through a seal

I've been seeing crystal clear

I'll probably never, ever love another bitch

I let the baguettes give her a lil' kiss

I'm putting bucket seats in all my fuckin' whips

I put the Prada seats in all my fuckin' trucks

I got your baby momma tryna come and fuck

This lil' money, my whole lifestyle luxury

I'ma paint her pussy wet, my crib plush