Tell Me

Yeah, you know I might

Tell me the price

Then you I might

Ride me like a pony

Yeah, I'm whipping white

Tell me what you like

I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight

Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine

Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh

Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah

Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah

Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new

Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude

Ooh, if you had money like me what would you do?

I like your vibe and your attitude

Fashion week and so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo

Jimmy Choo or the Fendi

I run a check up in the make-up store on Fenty

You know the vibe, it's the Hennessy and Pepsi

Fishnet tights, open-wide, she said, "Let's eat"

One phone call and that's a-go

Didn't know then now you know

And a dotty in her coat

Free up Gotti, that's my bro

They wish death on me, I know

Make dua, protect my soul

Took her Mallorca, broke my heart, a lesson to me

Got a stock from Asgard, I got a weapon on me

If you're talking jail time, I got a 7 on me

Open ya legs, let me watch you pee

Still waiting for Gutta, I need that **** free

Run up in the bando, tell 'em, "Freeze"

Drug addict, I gotta chill if I got promethazine

Tell me what you like

I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight

Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine

Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh

Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah

Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah

Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new

Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude

Ooh, you had money like me what would you do?

I like your vibe and your attitude

Fashion week and so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo

Rollie or the Pati' out, fist in your chatty mouth

Used to keep the Marge in my Maggie's house

No I mean Maggie in my Marge's

Copper heads fallin' on the carpet

Started in the DM now we're doin' up massages

Jeans from Italia, money made me happier

Rice and Tilapia, Cali' not the Ami-ah

Big batty girl from Somalia

I won't make you choose, yeah, I won't make you choose

The AP looking icey but my Rollie looking cool

All the shit that I've been through

I'll take a purp, I'm on the moon

This Rollie 41 and my diamonds peek-a-boo

She think I'm going crazy, all this money that I spend

Treat you like a lady, baby, I will pay your rent

All these lies that I don't hear, tell me you don't care

I can treat you like a Queen, baby, go and tell your friends

Tell me what you like

I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight

Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine

Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh

Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah

Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah

Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new

Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude

Ooh, you had money like me what would you do?

I like your vibe and your attitude

Fashion week and so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo