歌词
[Verse 1]
Lowkey
[Verse 2]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes, I think she got a foot fetish
Lame **** tryna throw shade, I'm send 'em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
[Verse 3]
They say more money, more problems
I think I never looked better
If I had on three hoodies, I still wouldn't leave a sweater
I'm feeling like wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
I tried to tell her wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
Feeling good, I'm feeling better
[Verse 4]
Mama told me "Son, run the shit up
'Cause you have to go and make your own way"
Yeah, sprinkle your girl with a little bit of drip
So I call that bitch Old Bay
Count that backend, swear to God the other day
I made me about a hunnid K
Got black boy joy
You can see it all in a **** face
[Verse 5]
I just walked out with a bag
I drip big Louis, Fendi, Goyard, Saks
I hopped in Porsche then I hopped in the jet
Bitch, I'm just cool and posted dripping swag
[Verse 6]
Ay, that black boy joy
****, that black boy joy
That black boy joy
****, that black boy joy
That black boy joy
****, that black boy joy
That black boy joy
****, that black boy joy
[Verse 7]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes, I think she got a foot fetish
Lame **** tryna throw shade, I'm send 'em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
[Verse 8]
I'm so blessed (Blessed)
Never pressed (Never)
My skin glowin' (Glowin')
That's a flex (Hey)
Who is you? (Who?)
Unimpressed (Unimpressed)
Why they hatin'?
I'm perplexed
[Verse 9]
I feel like a I'm Billie
Woke up this morning, let's get it
Turn a model to a big billy
Go shopping in Paris like in minutes
Yeah, sky's the limit, no ceilings
Serena, Venus on my neck, all tennis
Bagged that bih that I always wanna get at
Pullin' up, looking like I'm 'bout big business
[Verse 10]
Cop my new whip, wheels ain't no ceiling
Being a real ****, my only intention
God bless me with my intuition
Don't get it fucked up, got that fire on me, ****
If they goin' outside, don't vibe with them ****
R.I.P Nip, we still ridin' for you, ****
Can a hatin'-ass **** stop mine? No sir
I got black boy joy, yes, sir
[Verse 11]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes, I think she got a foot fetish
Lame **** tryna throw shade, I'm send 'em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
Written by: Maurice Williams
