Where's Dexter

She wanna hang with Rich Forever She's texting her friends like "Where's Dexter?" I'm fucking this bitch But her nigga jealous She look at my wrist That's a Richard Millie Remember them days Was broke Was sleep on the floor Huh, ain't doing it no more Baby got good brain Where is your throat? I got money Yeah, this shit on the floor Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows I'll do it with my clothes off I catch me a opp and I'm taking his nose off She give me good brain I hope I don't doze off Baby, you look good Better with your clothes off They taking these pictures with me But, I don't know y'all Looking at Rich Bro, you're a show off Can't hang with no goofies 'Cause niggas be so soft Aye, I drop a six, then doze off Don't kick it with niggas I don't know y'all Fucking all night off a Adderall Dex dropped 150 on new teeth The way she suck the dick With the technique Tryna book a show That's a Patek Phillipe I might walk through for 150 at least Ooh, purple Molly She gon' lick it off her body Tell her, "Bust it open" Like the old Follies Never seen Rihanna But my wrist Rocky (Hey) Give her my wrist, flooded (Ice) They keep talking Like "Show me some money" (Show me) He say he havin' it We know he's frontin' (You frontin') Baddie, and she let me all in her tummy (Baddie) She let me all in her rib cage (Hey) Straight off the block To the (Skrt) He try to play, then he's insane (Stupid) I got more chops than a Sensei You know Hood Fav' I been paid (Hood Fav') Two baddies Tryna see what her friends say (Yeah) I can't fuck with you niggas You in the way (No) And my cup full of juice Like it's Minute Maid (Lean) Me in all black in a foreign The big body roaring It look like T-Rex (Yeah) They need to put it to rest Why they talking to me if it's not 'bout a check? (Why?) Louis on me when I'm chilling A nigga still fly I ain't gotta get dressed (Hey) Bag on me, I'm fully invested (Yeah) Fuck with shorty, she's good with the sex (Hey) She wanna hang with Rich Forever She's texting her friends like "Where's Dexter?" I'm fucking this bitch But her nigga jealous She look at my wrist That's a Richard Millie Remember them days, was broke Was sleep on the floor Huh, ain't doing it no more Baby got good brain Where is your throat? I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor Yeah, huh, ooh Rock out at shows I'll do it with my clothes off I catch me a opp and I'm taking his nose off She give me good brain I hope I don't doze off Baby, you look good Better with your clothes off They taking these pictures with me But, I don't know y'all Looking at Rich, bro You're a show off Can't hang with no goofies 'Cause niggas be so soft