Heyy

My favorite b- just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah)

It's probably one of her lil' messy hatin' - friends being evil

I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up

Slow stroke, fast stroke, grindin' it, I'm a real pleaser

60 h- in New York havin' dinner

Bottega send it to me soon as they get it

I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter

Make sure everybody sit comfortable

You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'

She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us

They know we can't be f- with, nann one of us

It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not falling

Brabus, baby blue the inside too, I'm feeling like a kid again

They thought I got lucky last time, f- it, I'm back on that sh- again

Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly, got it chocolate to match her skin

I just gave bruh a hundred - of wham, told him, "Tell the city it's in"

Majority of the time, I "Hi" and "Bye," these n-

I ain't with all that locking in sh=

Money over everything, try to stop it

You get popped right then and there

Message thread full of, "Where you ats?" and "Pull up on me"

Bunch of "whens and wheres"

Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance

All they care about is who they -

I was tryna keep that sh- in order

It got harder 'cause I'm never there

It's a better life out here

I promise, brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear

I know how it feel to spin a -

But it feel way better to count a million

I come from the bottom of the bottom

I shot right up through the f- ceiling

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyy

Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out

Heyyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up

Take some, only when you need it

You won't make it far bein' greedy

My grandma taught me how to be a leader

If we fly commercial, we got greeters

They just know that we important people

They see how we comin', think we ghetto

Until they children tell 'em I'm their hero

Flight attendant said I look familiar

Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world"

Oh, that's your b-? That's my h- too

We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"

Real street music, I ran that field

If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl

Get yo' lick back, come step in my world

Two b- on the same itinerary

The same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet

One of 'em don't say nun, the other askin', "Do we go together yet?"

Young turnt n-, ain't no holding back

This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon

I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that

I don't think I met a n- colder yet, like

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyy

Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out

Heyyy

This her first time comin' to my house

Heyyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyyy

This her first time coming to my house

Heyyy

Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs