Big Sexc

Big sexy motherfucker, step in that bitch

Be pretentious in the summer, know they feeling the jit

I'm under stress and under pressure, never stumbled a bit

Call her my lucky number number, got it tattooed and shit

She got a name I can't pronounce from out the country and shit

She be that Tame Impala party starter, popping a pill

She on that Jimmy Carter, farmer father, back country shit

She like to eat it ala carte and spread her legs for the kid

Don't be dramatic

Can't get you tatted

I'm a boss, I'm a winner, probably write you off my taxes

This a classic

It's hard to grasp it

I got hitters, I got spinners, I could back you up in traffic

That bitch Ratchet

She acting nasty

She a stunner, body done up, tummy tucked in Calabasas

And that's average

Don't make me ask for it

Took a flight to Paris, but we rerouted to Aspen

She said this ironic, I said "No, bitch, this extravagant"

Sipping Acqua Panna on the water, doing fancy shit

Life I always wanted, how romantic, I'm entranced with it

Told her it's platonic, but we wound up on the mattress

I be that ill Tommy Hilfiger, Kill Bill, drill digger

Real deal, sign and sealed, used to have to steal liquor

In my phone with nil picture, built with a lil' figure

Fucking in the Hidden Hills, trill, it's a deal breaker

I put that link up on my story, she gon' make a couple thousand bucks

She got sentimental, new Mercedes from her daddy truck

And she failed to mention to her man about how she got the house

This shit not a rental, got a residence in almanacs

I could never be the one to do none of that wife shit

I could never be the one to be defined by vices

Stedman on her necklace, she embellishing it nicely

I don't take suggestions or requests, I like my shit

Big sexy motherfucker, step in that bitch

Be pretentious in the summer, know they feeling the jit

I'm under stress and under pressure, never stumbled a bit

Call her my lucky number seven, got it tattooed and shit