Yeah pretty pictures I be painting

Your girls love it, they go scream congratulations

Yeah that boy from the party in the basement

The club was jumping I had boo boo Harlem shaking, harlem shaking, harlem shaking

All the sexy love we making

Now your girl jealous she said she need a replacement

I could be the one for two just negotiating

Seven-figure deal next time I put pen to papers

I never crumble under pressure

Look I got style so they love me like I'm Beckham

Life is short so she want me by the second

Ever since I put the Ice bergs inside my pendant

Ay they label me as Avant Garde

Young bredda knew how to fucking play his cards

Two ears one mouth plus a g got plenty heart

Listen more then I speak so I ain't in the dark

Season, the well is full its never empty

Down pour too many styles I got plenty

She want Prada, she want Gucci, she want Fendi

Open your mind, you can have it, but live for today

Feel myself seven days of the week

These hunnys love it

Seasonal affairs everybody soon a come accustomed

Membering the days I was ona self-destruction

Now my visions keep me high of a bank account disgusting

Oh filthy like my sex oh hell of a combo

Take it easy baby girl life is just rolling console

Don't you spend your days worrying about bullshit to follow

When you riding with the season I be giving out the gospel

Preach preach season, preach

I was rolling with my g two baddies back seat

Beat beat see how I beat beat beat

She was screaming out for God have to cover up with sheets

Season, the well is full its never empty

Down pour too many styles I got plenty

She want Prada, she want Gucci, she want Fendi

Open your mind, you can have it, but live for today

Season, the well is full its never empty

Down pour too many styles I got plenty

She want Prada, she want Gucci, she want Fendi

Open your mind, you can have it, but live for today