Cameras (feat. Allan Cubas)

Uh, I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beat

I'm in Miami, I'm in the water

Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski

I turned her Camry to a Ferrari

Before I fucked her, bitch stop playin' with a rich ****

She say she ticklish, she get her clit tickled, make her pussy lips giggle

Figured this shit out at a young age, tell a opp I'm unfazed

Put you on the front page, I got **** that'll take you out for 1K

One thing for sure, two things for certainly

That's why I get higher than Mercury

She only take her mask off when she slurpin' me

Uh, yeah

Don't jump in that water if you ain't with the swimmin'

Don't open your mouth if you ain't at the dentist

Don't shoot at the ground and complain about missin'

I'm smokin' that loud, but the Draco be whisperin'

I got a silencer on it, you just hear pew-pew-pew-pew-pew

Put a bug in your ear the size of a hornet

Grind from the mornin', to the next mornin'

Lay the money down, then have sex on it, yeah

Fuck a broke ****, flex on 'em

Brand new cocaine, never stepped on

Ball like Rogaine, ****, that's ballin'

Bought her nice things, ****, I spoiled her

Bust down white thing lookin' like Tartar

All this rose on, lookin' like a Garden, ****

Yeah, Jordan, ****

Keep that Tommy with me like I'm Martin, ****

I ain't spittin', I'm barfin' ****

I ain't litty, I'm Arson ****, woah

They want the lights and the cameras

But they wasn't 'bout all the action (Woah)

She love the lights and the cameras

She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)

I flew her out from Atlanta

Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)

It's goin' down when them bands up

She throw it back like a classic

I can't get caught up in past shit

Turn my regrets into ashes

I put a AP in the casket

They runnin' this shit, no Patrick

Look I ain't in need of no passes

Chiefin' on gas, no, we ain't the same

No we ain't gon' match it

Never been average, walk into Saks Fifth

Uh, I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beat

I'm in Miami, I'm in the water

Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski

I turned her Camry to a Ferrari

Before I fucked her, woah

I turned her Camry to a Ferrari

Before I fucked her

Bitch, stop playin' with a rich ****

Before I fucked her

Bitch, stop playin' with a rich ****

Woah

They want the lights and the cameras

But they wasn't 'bout all the action (Woah)

She love the lights and the cameras

She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)

I flew her out from Atlanta

Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)

It's goin' down when them bands up

She throw it back like a classic

I can't get caught up in past shit

Turn my regrets into ashes

I put a AP in the casket

They runnin' this shit, no Patrick

Look I ain't in need of no passes

Chiefin' on gas, no, we ain't the same

No we ain't gon' match it

Never been average, walk into Saks Fifth

I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beat

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)