White Dress

Ay, Kyle

Montana

They forgot who's battlin'?

Twenty bands

Your million's over a decade

We wasn't losin' though

I pray we live for a thousand years

And if I hurt you, baby, drink Cîroc for your tears

'Cause you control my vices

I just wanna fuck you on your nice shit

Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis, you control my vices

We was up grindin' on the night shift

All that gave my dog suicidal crisis

Priceless, I just wanna fuck you in your white dress

I'll bet, boy, I bet she like it

Talk to me nicely, ow

Talk to me nicely, ow

I got you, closet lookin' like Milan Fashion Week, I got you

Money jumpin' like Lebron, Dominique, I got you

Daddy to her daughter, a hunnid with a guy

Pull up with a god, wraith with the styles

Talk to me so reckless, diamonds on my necklace

Chess playin' checkers, the Avion breakfast

Diamonds clean, dirty wine though

See the future like I'm Rocco

And I fall for Le Champo

Fuckin' all these foreign chicks

Put some hoes in foreigns

You thought she was yours

She smell like Michael Kors

Shoes fuckin' up my floors

Who that ****? I'm the definition

Wearin' penny loafers, we ain't penny pinchin'

Got the baddest bitches, back in the kitchen

Got the Bobby Brown, we that new edition

These rappers ain't Nas, just look at they Converse

I skeet on their diamonds, I smoke with the farmers

Buy my shoes small, goin' toe to toe

I burn my bridges, I'ma call the boat

Willie Beamen with the audible

Ball like I'm Earl Manigault

They come to the south, the bag is a mountain

I fucked my accountant, that pussy's a fountain

A pledge of allegiance, you better believe it

I bought her a flight, Trump fucked up her Visa

Bitch, I'm no regular

Bitch, I'm no second to no one

I'm the one that's ahead of ya

If you talkin' mills, bitch, I'm affiliate

Cîroc boy, you too, are feelin' it

'Cause you control my vices

I just wanna fuck you on your nice shit

Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis, you control my vices

We was up grindin' on the night shift

All that gave my dog suicidal crisis

Priceless, I just wanna fuck you in your white dress

I'll bet, boy, I bet she like it

Talk to me nicely, ow

Talk to me nicely, ow

'Cause you control my vices

I just wanna fuck you on your nice shit

Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis, you control my vices

We was up grindin' on the night shift

All that gave my dog suicidal crisis

Priceless, I just wanna fuck you in your white dress

I'll bet, boy, I bet she like it

She talk to me nicely, ow

Talk to me nicely, ow