Please don't contact me, okay?
Please do-don't contact me
I need nobody to contact me right now, I am on my holidays
Thinking I'm gonna be drinkin' my rum, my Champagne
Eatin' my steaks, my lobster
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Fuck that boy, man, I know he a bitch
I just walk in the store and I bought that bitch (N)INE, just told 'em I know all the fit
And I think that I'm changing this money I'm making, this bitch is adoring me
But it's the same 'cause we still goin' by that loyalty
Get out my lane, I'm gon' score, I don't need no assist
I just got out the bed with a freak
Pull up S in a R and a T
And I still never pick up the phone
'Cause I still never know how to speak
And the engine, it came with some tone
And my heart, yeah, it came with some chrome
I don't think you want smoke, we'll pull up [?]
I can beat out her back, I'm a beast
These hundred rounds, it can settle the beef
Swear I could live by myself in [?] or I could come back and murder the street
I'm drivin' something, the engine, the back of the truck and I swear that bitch havin' no key
Quit with the fussing, we come and we never know tuckin'
We leave him, you know he deceased
I'm on the cloud, I just [?]
I seen a angel was talkin' to me
Said, "If they change, still give 'em love, hope you know healing a part of yo' peace"
Yeah, this Chanel, yeah, part of my fleece
Gave her a number, she part of my team
I spent a thousand on part of my jeans
GUCCI the fabric, it's part of the seams
I'm on my own, not part of the scene
Money is only a part of the dream
Niggas, they know I'm a big-ass shark
I don't even think they know what that mean
I'm on lean, she on E; do you know where that lead?
Askin' me questions, bitch, you say cheese
I can't cap, she on her knees
Fuck that boy, man, I know he a bitch
I just walk in the store and I bought that bitch (N)INE, just told 'em I know all the fit
And I think that I'm changing this money I'm making, this bitch is adoring me
But it's the same 'cause we still goin' by that loyalty
Get out my lane, I'm gon' score, I don't need no assist
I just got out the bed with a freak
Pull up S in a R and a T
And I still never pick up the phone
'Cause I still never know how to speak
And the engine, it came with some tone
And my heart, yeah, it came with some chrome
I don't think you want smoke, we'll pull up [?]
We got them racks to the floor
I'm on the grind and you know this
I'm never sharin' the ho
She want a check and I want that bitch
Look at the guap and I give it a kiss
Sellin' the Wock' and I'm pourin' the Tris'
[?] and I jump out this shit
Too much codeine in my piss
Well, damn, I'm tryna hop in the Lamb'
You tryna hop in the 'gram
Ayy, I'm at the top of the top and you niggas is toppin' my fans
You wanna be popping, we poppin' his ass
Put him to sleep like he poppin' some Xans
We bottle-poppers, [?]
Speakin' in [?], you don't understand me
Smokin' Biscotti like flyin' through private, I don't think I'll land yet
He want a problem, we come in, equipped with Bayonets
They study GUCCI, they taking a test
I hope this spray get rid of these pests
I need some glasses, I'm seein' some sex
[?] and I'm squeezin' her breasts
We got them racks to the floor
I'm on the grind and you know this
I'm never sharin' the ho
She want a check and I want that bitch
Look at the guap and I give it a kiss
Sellin' the Wock' and I'm pourin' the Tris'
[?] and I jump out this shit
Too much codeine in my piss