Fresh Outta London

J-J-Joey I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends Only here to make M's, call when the check in I don't like partial, need the whole backend Fresh outta London, she still got an accent The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him I got me a bad bitch, the cover on Maxim The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah The wrist is flooded No competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit I'm lit, they know it They wanna hate on the music, but I'm makin' hits These hundreds, I throw 'em I need like 80 a show, that's some minimum shit I leave the house, and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get And I swear this shit cost like a brick I've been runnin' up M's all week, I'm a vet Quick trip for the bag, fell asleep on a jet On a different time, this an Audemars Piguet See eight bad bitches like the brand new 'Vette (skrrt) We gon' get 'em all, why the fuck would I stress? Think I need rehab, I'm addicted to a check And she gon' say it's love, but she know I want the sex Bitch, don't you dare leave a hickey on my neck 'Cause the Cullinan massage my back, I'm stressed (I'm stressed) Stars in the roof get the bitch undressed With an ass like that, I forget my ex (haha) Racks like this meant that God, I'm blessed I been on top, I should beat my chest Tell you that she loyal, we gon' put her to the test Wanna lose your bitch? Well, then be my guest 'Cause I been real cold in this Moncler vest I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends Only here to make M's, call when the check in I don't like partial, need the whole backend Fresh outta London, she still got an accent The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him I got me a bad bitch, the cover on Maxim The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah The wrist is flooded No competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit I'm lit, they know it They wanna hate on the music, but I'm makin' hits These hundreds, I throw 'em I need like 80 a show, that's some minimum shit I leave the house, and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get And I swear this shit cost like a brick