Lyrics

Yeah, look
Umbrella shorts on me, symbol, I'm winning
I front on you ****, I started the ending
The cars been sending my ex, bitch playing X-Games in the bars are spinning
My dogs are winning, my bros are winning
I'm straight to the cleaner, the clothes are linen
The checks are bigger and look at them bitches
The O's, the ending, and look at my Bottega slippers, I'm wearing feel like I'm bouncing on clouds
When I get by the ounce of the loud, I smoke and I'm high
I feel like I found me a cloud
If she doing all of that shit that I like, I might just take her right out on the town
I might just take her right out for some clothes
I might just take her right out with my hoes
I might just introduce her to the squad
I might just make her feel like she the mob
I might just tell her go get a friend, here come knaw on this dick like corn and the cob
I might just take her out inside my city, where everything pretty, I take her to Taboo
From the nitty-gritty, but my bitch sadity, and she pretty rubbing on my tattoo
I been coughed up, sneezed up money ****, huh, **** had you [Achoo]
Seeing all my umbrella **** in the cut like Fredo baby, that's a bad view in a scary sight
Fucking bad bitches almost every night
I might even had to go and cop the Pagani Bugatti
But I don't even know I stand right
****, swear to God
Written by: Tory Lanez
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