I pull up and hop out the cleanest
They come and then get you they mean it
He copy my style when he see me
She hate me but really don't mean it
She wipin' it up when she finished
My YSL poppin' I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you
I pull up and hop out the cleanest
They come and then get you they mean it
He copy my style when he see me
She hate me but really don't mean it
She wipin' it up when she finished
My YSL poppin' I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you
They hate me they know that I made it
She fuckin' me up I'm her favorite
Your bitch is all in rotation
Fresh cut bitch I'm wavy
Suck me up get a Mercedes
Baby I'm lit goin' eighty
Terio kill 'em ayy uh
Makin' them bands every day uh
Tell that bitch turn away
In the North blowin' J's
Shawty didn't give me play
Now a nigga paid
Fake it 'til you make it yeah that's that shitt that hurt
Ice cubes on my neck yeah how much is it worth
In the foreign (Skrr skrr) and it's pourin' (Skrr skrr)
Listenin' to your mixtape and it's borin' (Oh)
Careful on the streets speedin' while it's snowin' (Oh)
She a thotty and you cuffed her not knowin'
I be on the plane yeah while you hoin' (Skrr skrr)
Sippin' on that brown yeah Kelly Rowland
Baby I just bought your flight where you goin'
Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind
I pull up and hop out the cleanest
They come and then get you they mean it
He copy my style when he see me (Skrr)
She hate me but really don't mean it
She wipin' it up when she finished
My YSL poppin' I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you
I pull up and hop out the cleanest
They come and then get you they mean it
He copy my style when he see me
She hate me but really don't mean it
She wipin' it up when she finished
My YSL poppin' I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you
Check up
If I give it to you don't mess up
Got big money then flex up
Double D's yeah get your chest up
Gotta look good when you're next up
Give me that top keep your head up
Makin' that sandwich get your bread up
Mama told me keep my head up
ATM I get that cash know I get that guap
ATM this beat is hot I got that shit on lock
Louis with the Gucci yeah I mix it in Japan uh
Showin' off your Burberry FaceTime with friends
Lowkey your bitches wanna fuck me I ain't playin'
I get the money power up like a Super Saiyan
Christmas on the island yeah she just wanna tan
Louis bathing suit yeah I'ma need a fan
Fake it 'til you make it yeah that's that shit that hurts
Ice cubes on my neck yeah how much is it worth
In the foreign and it's pourin'
Listenin' to your mixtape and it's borin'
Careful on the streets speedin' while it's snowin'
She a thotty and you cuffed her not knowin'
I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoin'
Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland
Baby I just bought you a flight where you goin'
Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind