It's Cartier my lenses, it's Temu in your lenses How you want this shit to go, cuz my **** keep extendeds

How fast you want this shit to go, it's so much

Horses in it

He wanna go band for band with me, okay, let's see them digits

I like classy bitches, don't need no ratchet, bitches

How the hell I see your soul right through your lashes, bitch?

Hell nah, I don't wanna meet your bros, like

What the fuck is this?

Push up so we gon' blast him, blast him in that black truck

I like classy bitches

I know he won't swing his pole, he don't want no action with it

Put a bag on his head, and send that low, yeah

My **** comin' to get it

You know that my pockets full, none of my shit is rented

Black truck

My slime, suit up

My **** move up

Who that is? Move up

He can't take two of us

In that Brabus truck, I feel way too rushed

See how I cut up?

They wanna be us

These **** wanna be us

These **** wanna be me

Stop tryna be us

These **** wanna be us

Black truck

Boy wanna be us

Cuz these **** wanna be us

I need a classy bitch, I don't like ratchet bitches

And I don't like lashes, I don't like ratchet

Bitches

And I like classy hoes, but they only know ratchet

She gon' fuck the whole way, she gon' fuck, this bitch