| Got it tattooed on my mind, I ain’t got hit by no luck |
| Double crossed a hundred times, that’s why it’s so hard for me to love |
| Got these karats on me crying, I’m attracting all these doves |
| And when I’m off that drink, I put my Patek in the glove |
| Yeah, I poured that in my sink I put that percy on my tongue |
| And niggas with the shits wont come outside without a drum |
| Been running through these bitches |
| But they act like they some nuns |
| When she look inside the mirror she like, «Who did I become?» |
| Ain’t no backtrackin' I’m forward when I’m sitting in that Porsche |
| Ain’t nothing I can’t afford when I’m shopping in these stores |
| Yeah, my bitch built like a stallion, I fuck her like a horse |
| Now, we penthouse at the Ritz, used to sleeping on these floors |
| I just pour my drink and think about you when it’s done |
| Icing like a rink, I had to tell you summer’s done |
| It’s getting hard to think, that’s how I know I jumped the gun |
| Dripping like a sink, I got a pocket full of ones |
| Tryna be polite but I’m saying what’s real |
| I keep eatin' these xannys but I still pop Seals |
| Icing her back with the pipe but she still pop up |
| Told her it was for the night but she still caught feels |
| Heard they talking 'bout us now |
| Speaking on my name like we related |
| Cartier bracelet bussdown (Cartier bracelet bussdown) |
| She throwing me the cake, happy belated (Racked out) |
| I’m still pulling my map up (Map up) |
| Baby girl, where you at though? |
| I keep blowing her back out (Back out), yeah |
| We don’t need niggas to back us (Back us) |
| Big ol' body, it back up (Back up) |
| Smack it down till she tap out |
| You the same niggas had thracks with us |
| These days I don’t flex enough (Enough) |
| Baby girl, come get racks with us (Racked out, racked out) |
| Young nigga pouring his last up |
| Adderall got me gassed up |
| I just pour my drink and think about you when it’s done |
| Icing like a rink, I had to tell you summer’s done |
| It’s getting hard to think, that’s how I know I jumped the gun |
| Dripping like a sink, I got a pocket full of ones |
| Tryna be polite but I’m saying what’s real |
| I keep eatin' these xannys but I still pop Seals |
| Icing her back with the pipe but she still pop up |
| Told her it was for the night but she still caught feels |