(Motion detected at the front door)

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

(Funk or Die)

(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)

Uh-huh, look

Look, baddest bitch I ever seen

Chanel boy bag, she ain't in no Shein

Married to the game, baguettes in my ring

Every queen need a king and a king need a queen

I need a bad bitch on my side to help me count these racks

I been in and out of state tryna sell these packs

Vegas, Phoenix, Skyami

You can walk around these mansions, baby, without no panties

Rolex, Cartier, and Van Cleef

That's how you identify if the bitch fuck with me

Ayy, baby, let's touch an M together

To keep it real, we should've been together

It's Philthy