She deserve Celine, Saint-Laurent

Hit Chanel, get the biggest bag she want

Richard Millie on her wrist

Ice her out, have her looking like a lick

Fly her out, quick lil' Turks and Caicos trip

Make going back to a **** not make no sense

**** that broke boy, treat him like a throwaway

Have you on my side like my favorite Glocky, night and day

Ain't too many real **** left out here, I know it, babe

Give this young rich **** a chance to show your worth, baby

I'ma make you hate you ever **** with the ****

Finna make you hate you ever **** with the ****

I'm gon' make you hate you ever **** with the ****

Finna make you hate you ever **** with the ****

Foot on the gas, we goin', woo-hoo

No looking back

Foot on the gas, we goin', woo-hoo

No looking back

Baby, you should let your coochie bloom

What’s the point of it if I’m not choosin’?

You could, you could, you could have the world at your fingertips, feel so out of touch

He lays you down, but he doesn’t lift you up

You wanna link? We can keep it off the cuff

Eliantte for my diamond in the rough

Why you running from the truth, babe?

Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run from it

Don’t run

Let me make you hate you ever **** with the ****

I'ma make you hate you ever **** on that ****

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will

Oh, yes, I will