Lyrics

Okay Montana, okay Dope Boy, okay ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire (han) She wanna ride with the star (star) Ended up droppin' my top, okay My ex told me she needed space (space) I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay I cannot forget the base I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay Just look at the look on their faces They wanna jump in my place, okay Told Shorty she was the one (the one, han) But I'm takin' her friends out to tan, okay I told 'em to load up the dock (dock) But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr) No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (pend, okay) Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no) Only fuckin' with the Benjamins, okay (han, han, han) Straight off a plane to these racks you no put no Stunt to the vibes, and we gon' keep it goin', let's go I throw a fit in Rick Owens, okay Mama the shit and she know how she be Ain't just talkin', I got it, I show it (don't play) Send a boardin' pass when she get bored (come play) Country hoppin' in the Urus, we tourin' (you can't) Keep it low if they know that it's roarin' (don't say) Went ceramic, the Audemars blue six-feet They ain't brought 'em out yet, these the new ones Havin' motion, don't ask what I'm doin' (no time) Tryna see her, she pretty, she goin' (okay) Haters hate, that's their job, they gon' do it I wear white Air Force Ones with the Louis Tell a bitch, she fumbled, she blew it (you dirty) Bro ain't do it if the lawyers don't prove it (thank you) She delusional, makin' up shit in her head And believin' it, she just be needin' the space She wanna ride with the star (star) Ended up droppin' my top, okay My ex told me she needed space (space) I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay I cannot forget the base I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay Just look at the look on their faces They wanna jump in my place, okay Told shorty she was the one (the one, han) But I'm takin' her friends out to tan, okay I told 'em to load up the dock But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr) No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (spend, okay) Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no) Only fuckin' with the Benjamins, okay (han, han, han) Made hundred mill' and took over street with no sponsor, man (sponsor, man) Comin' through customs and flyin' through Cali They checkin' the jet for the contraband (contraband) Brought out the coupe (skrr) Shorty got grouped out, told lil' bitch to stay off the 'Gram (off the 'Gram) Don't be the first to get hit with that Draco (bah-bah) Soulja Boy or the Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham) Don't be playin', han She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (han) I am a goon, she a goblin (han) Coke Boy like Loon up in Harlem (han) Ramadan, but we ain't starvin' (han, ooh) Came out the mud on my own (own, han) That's word to Rick, I don't owe 'em (han) Shoot your shooter out his zone (bah-bah, han) So rich they think I got cloned (star, star) Ended up droppin' my top, okay My ex ho' say she needed space (space) I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay I cannot forget the base I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay Just look at the look on their faces They wanna jump in my place, okay Told Shorty she was the one (the one, han) But I'm takin' her friends out to tan, okay I told 'em to load up the dock (load up the dock) But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay One of one, this a new Cullinan (Cullinan) No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (spend, okay) Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no) Only fuckin' with the Benjamins, okay, okay (han, han, han)
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland, Derrick Donte Miller, Pepjin Baltus, Felix Roggenkamper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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