Lyrics: Mikey Taylor
Music: Mikey Taylor
(pretti)
Shrooms in my body, this shit lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my bitch is a dime
All that scamming shit don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this shit through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)
Huh, I just need to get my bread together 'fore I hop in
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me prettifun, or Mr. Ten
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends (Slatt)
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth
Huh, I talked to him (Seen the Lord)
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, **** I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow
Goin' to Japan, pour a sake in my four, yeah
Cake is a lie, it ain't bakin' ho
Stay if you want, I'm still the GOAT
This Saint Laurent, ain't your average joe
Huh, out in Piedmont, I don't like the snow, huh
Muscle Man, uh, need a Hi Five Ghost, huh
Stickin' to the path, nigga, it's a long road, huh
She had put ice on her pussy, this a long pole
They tryna get through to me, my heart is froze, huh
Don't know what she do to me, truthfully
Paper everywhere, this a loose-leaf, huh
Your shit drop in Nev-uary, I don't wanna hear it, huh
She rock Pelle Pelle and some Fendi season
Huh, go to LA-LA just to face my nina
Huh, try to sell? No way I can go for treason
You wanna buy the beat?
Okay, yeah, need some leasin'
Yeah, ooh-ooh (Slatt, slatt)
Huh, I just need to get my bread together 'fore I lock in (Slatt)
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me prettifun, or Mr. Ten
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth
Huh, I talked to him
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign
I hit like bullseye, this money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, **** I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow
Touch the sun, huh, baby we get up and touch the sun
Baby you wan' go and touch the sun?
Baby, I know, just touch the sun
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun)