Letra

Off top YFS Yo, shit, whattup? It's easy She want a boss, at least You say I'm a dog, capeesh We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah I be off the drink, yeah But you know I be soft and geeked We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah ooh I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah Sex, I be of the drink (sex) Audemars, took out some links (ayy) Slime, is you rich, like what you think? (What you think?) I can't help but pick you up if you sing (woo, woo) Dirty, AP, Rollie, baby, pick one (ayy) You are not a gangster if you peek once I think that I need me a lil' Ritalin I been gettin' top inside a Bentley Hit her with a sig Rose gold shoppin', do you dig? (Dig) I been on the hair like a wig (wig) Overseas I think I got a kid (no cap) I told her don't put AA with me R.I.P. to Nip, shoutout to sixty (Nip, ayy) Call me ice cream, she tryna lick me (ayy) Orange diamonds on me, I'm a Reese's She want a boss, at least You say I'm a dog, capeesh We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah I be off the drink, yeah But you know I be soft and geeked We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh) I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah Pull up in the 'Rarri With the top down, niggas salty And my outfit hella flossy Gotta look good for paparazzis, yeah Money, money, money, so much money comin' in I just write another and then they cut the check again I got money, money, money, so much money to myself And my life is on cheat code mode, you could tell, ha! Dior hankie in my pocket (that's Dior) In the villa every time I hit the tropics (for sure) I'm the man now, everybody watchin' (tell them more) I'ma G, so the only thing I do is profit Damn She want a boss, at least You say I'm a dog, capeesh We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah I be off the drink, yeah But you know I be soft and geeked We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh) I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah 911 Maybach matters, she got me tatted Rich as a bitch but hood is so ratchet Shawty want the real, these niggas is so cappin' Hunnid thousands all in ones, don't do plastic Super red, like I'm over, got her suckin' like she super head And no friends, no nothin', baby, where you land? If I can't get the nookie shawtie, where you stayin'? And I ain't playin' Niem hit me on the Tec like it's all good I still want Bernes, face down with her ass up Patek cost a bag, had to go and get bag up Rappers talkin' money but niggas ain't pass us My homies with the win like it's Super Bowl And I don't want them hoes, they all future hoes I keep me a dime and I keep a pour She gon' drop it to the flow when it's her song Hahaha (for real) She want a boss, at least You say I'm a dog, capeesh We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah I be off the drink, yeah But you know I be soft and geeked We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh) I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Writer(s): Joe Moses, Michael F. Hernandez, Ugur Tig, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Eric Bellinger, Nieman Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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