Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

I'm in the zone, turn off the lights

We getting gone, taking a flight, (Yeah!)

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

She got it wrong, I'm getting right

Man this girl so fine I swear I seen her in the vogue

IG they be hating, why they always throwing stones

Said she scared of heights, but she just topped a **** off

She tryna, she tryna get a **** throwed

Walk inside the studio I'm talking like the pope

I just hit a lick I type that shit inside my notes

Fucking with the clique the type shit I don't condone

I just want to feel loved

She want a birkin and that new ferrari

No note

She said her sugar daddy bought the body

Head to toe

Ain't that a bitch

She talented

Her followers keep piling up

Might fall in love

It's no wrong or right

You came to party for the night

Flirting with her twin

I had to book another flight

Taking all they pictures

I might have to copyright

Woah

I been running all the lights

Police catch me speeding

They'll be reading me my rights

Pissing out this liquor

Some tequila with lime

Tell them **** run

I'm in the studio it's bussin ****

Wait, let me get back to my ways

Shawty want it black and in beige

She don't gotta ask and it's paid

Make it back, thrashing on stage

Feel like Hov in my zone

Everywhere I go 2 hoes

And they 69 when they told

Shopping spree in eth

Fashion week

I'm bout to sign another lease

2 freaks

I'm in the middle like the east

I come in peace

And you know Merkem got a piece

And he a beast

In case they want a problem

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

I'm in the zone, turn off the lights

We getting gone, taking a flight, (Yeah!)

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right