Lirik
[Verse 1]
Since them Nautica competitions, we been pimpin'
Jean jackets collard up like we in New Edition
Tell whoever got the aux cord slide this in
We'll take 'em twelve bars, I can say it in four
I had her sleep after sex, snorin', that's what I know
She wakin' up at 9:30 like "Where did he go?"
I'm in the spot with Hit Boy reviewin' all the numbers
Aye, it's still good to be the man when don't nobody love you (Yeah)
I could've fucked you pretty ass long time ago
I turned down all kinds of hoes, I'm a real city ****
You nerds better understand me
I'm tryin' to hit the lottery like Marcus Camby
Who you with?
[Verse 2]
Am I the reason why you fix your hair?
Can I get a lap dance when I'm in that chair?
All my bars be like truth or dare
Tree in my zig zags, always come prepared
You know I'm goin' to keep it, playa
[Verse 3]
Link up, every time we link up I feel like that's all me
Wanna fuck me, baby, pull up at Le Parc Suites
Grammy Davis Jr. workin' on the second grammy
I ain't ready for a family, send Postmates to get the Plan B
[Verse 4]
And I'm not superstitious, don't blame this on bad luck
You might've heard me on a song with DJ Quik in bad luck
So how you want to take off your clothes and tax us?
I ain't savin' nothing in my contacts much
Shit, you'll do it right now if you want it bad enough
My seven digits worth seven figures, add it up
Block numbers go unanswered, streets is watchin' life's a gamble
You can have your girl back, I want the ransom
Might see my BM drivin' a phantom
Need the grey Chipper Jones that say Atlanta
Be careful in LA, ooh, they scandalous
Where it's all good and sunny, thug life on the tummy
[Verse 5]
Am I the reason why you fix your hair?
Can I get a lap dance when I'm in that chair?
All my bars be like truth or dare
Tree in my zig zags, always come prepared
You know I'm goin' to keep it, playa
[Verse 6]
Link up, every time we link up I feel like that's all me
Wanna fuck me, baby, pull up at Le Parc Suites
Grammy Davis Jr. workin' on the second grammy
I ain't ready for a family, send Postmates to get the Plan B
