| Yo, brodie |
| Yerrr |
| Hey man, we about to go to Miami, man |
| We about to go to the Yams, bro |
| I’m stressed out man |
| I need some love, man |
| Ay, uh |
| Just drunk a half a bottle of that Henessy, I’m wavy |
| Had to leave that bitch before she played me |
| My feelings hurt, I cannot even lie that was my baby |
| But fuck love, love is just a bitch that never paid me |
| Then what’d you do? Went and got a bag like a boss do |
| So next time you wanna have my heart it’s gon cost you |
| It’s Redlyfe, baby, but my heart blue |
| My money number 1, so listen hoe you just a part 2 |
| So play your part, I ain’t got no time for your feelings now |
| Landin in Miami, rent the Rari, put the ceilin down |
| Skrrt |
| Drip check |
| Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet |
| And I got that smile that’ll make your bitch wet |
| In Miami like Santana town |
| Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset |
| And I’m with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign |
| And we spinnin blocks, got a watch where the opps hide |
| Bad bitch, lookin like a pie, she on thot time |
| Put Henny in her Mai Tai, now she on my time |
| Then I hit the bro up, like let’s go up on a Sunday |
| 5 foreigns deep, gang hoggin up the one way |
| Liv on a Sunday, we ain’t throwin chump change |
| Party on the yacht, couple thots &the fuckin gang |
| We ain’t got no worries, drinkin Henny just to numb the pain |
| Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin off the sun rays |
| Drip check |
| Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet |
| And I got that smile that’ll make your bitch wet |
| In Miami like Santana town |
| Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset |
| Jim Jones ballin |
| Big drip saucin |
| Money and respect, got that Power like I’m Austin |
| Back end money, get like 15 on the walk-in |
| 15 niggas deep, tell them bouncers let my dogs in |
| It’s gon be a problem if this Glock get to barkin |
| We gon turn the opp into dog shit |
| Put a price on him like an auction (he don’t want that) |
| My niggas walk shit, we don’t talk shit |
| I collect a bag, give my brother Reem a portion |
| And we in them stores, came off tour with a fortune |
| I’m tired of flexin on em, it’s exhausting |
| Neck on faucet, bad bitches on it |
| Drip check |
| Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet |
| And I got that smile that’ll make your bitch wet |
| In Miami like Santana town |
| Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset |
| Flex |