Yeah, the shoes came straight from Boris Bidjan

And my bitch so thick, thick like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)

In that Porsche Taycan, know I'm 'boutta take off

You got perfect eyes, like I seen the first ones

Lookin' at the perfect skies like you never seen one

Ya, I spent what you made this year this month

Put the engine in the back, I got Doja in the front

She got tattoos on her hips, she got tattoos on her butt

You heard the song, then that's for sure just how I'm livin' (Just how I'm—)

You still prayin' on your wishes, make a wish and then I live it

If you ain't gon' do it, then how you livin'? (How you livin'?)

Cinnamon and pinecones, the air smell like it's Christmas (Yeah)

Samples came from Jordan (Yeah), yeah, you know I'm scorin'

She only text me when she horny, ID printers in the storage (Yeah)

White GT3, how I'm drivin' like I stole it

No, I won't ever lose this focus, got the Forgiatos floating (Yeah)

She want Chanel and Giuseppe, bow on top

Same color, red cherries, and on the contrary

Know it's money over bitches, money over anybody

Money over anybody

Over anybody

Yeah, the shoes came straight from Boris Bidjan

And my bitch so thick, thick like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)

In that Porsche Taycan, know I'm 'boutta take off

You got perfect eyes, like I seen the first ones

Lookin' at the perfect skies like you never seen one

Ya, I spent what you made this year this month

Put the engine in the back, I got Doja in the front

She got tattoos on her hips, she got tattoos on her butt