Lyrics: Papa Njie
Music: Papa Njie
[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I got the whip, finna slide on you
These thots goin' through the ****in' roof, these bitches might lie on you
Slits on my SRP, need a main vibe that's gon' ride for you
'Cause when you drop-top the 'Rari, these bitches gon' die for you
Play all these hoes just like Atari just so I can dive in you
10k camp pants from CELINE, they call me the fly homie
I'm steady thinkin' 'bout green, so baby, decide for me
They say the sky is the limit, I'm on cloud 9, brodie (Woah)
Saks Fifth, north side, pretty bitch got thick thighs
Eat the dick just like some fries
Maxed out intangible, seein' through these niggas with a third eye (Damn)
She call me Santa 'cause I spend these racks and I ain't worry about it (Yeah)
Extra, extra, Pz' in the city, I know heard 'bout 'em
[Verse]
Extra, extra, shawty spend that cheddar on that burnt body
Hit two hoes in Seville, that's a double homi' (Baow, baow)
And when I dig up in that cake, don't call your ****in' mommy
Brand new magazine from Maybeline, cover girl swag
Pz' poppin' shit around the globe, I'm in my ****in' bag
When I rock these jeans from SMP, you know I gotta sag
Swing that OVO, shoutout to my brother, ****in' Drag
High-top my shoes, high-top my Balmain, ayy
Your dreams gon' come true, just gotta switch your lane (Yes)
Never switchin' side, bitch, I'm DΓΈlla Gang (Brraow)
Know these niggas talkin' crazy, they can get hit with the flame, huh
Now I'm out in Spain, "Grazie," with Italian frames, huh, huh (Woo)
YVL, pussy, I'm gon' change the game (Blegh, blegh, blegh)
Huh, shawty ask me where I'm from, bitch, I live on a plane
I just might bust down a Rollie or pop out Plain Jane, hey
[Chorus]
I got the whip, finna slide on you
These thots goin' through the ****in' roof, these bitches might lie on you
Slits on my SRP, need a main vibe that's gon' ride for you (Woo)
'Cause when you drop-top the 'Rari, these bitches gon' die for you (Yes, sir)
Play all these hoes just like Atari just so I can dive in you (Yes)
10k camp pants from CELINE, they call me the fly homie (Fly)
I'm steady thinkin' 'bout green, so baby, decide for me (Woah)
They say the sky is the limit, I'm on cloud 9, brodie
Saks Fifth, north side, pretty bitch got thick thighs
Eat the dick just like some fries
Maxed out intangible, seein' through these niggas with a third eye (Yeah)
She call me Santa 'cause I spend these racks and I ain't worry 'bout it ('Bout it)
Extra, extra, Pz' in the city, I know heard 'bout 'em (Cash out)