Do You Understand? (feat. Gunna & Tory Lanez)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Young Jefe, holmes

Yeah

Run that back, Turbo

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she soaking wet, she drippin' God damn

My little butter pecan, she got a tan

Girl you need a man, and you need them bands

And y'all need a plan

And y'all can't be planned

Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

It's a new day, I'm makin' plays

Hit me Young Jefe get out of my way

Ghost buyin' a Wraith, she said it's not safe

Two bands on my chains bith get out of my face

Girl can't you see it's a lot on my plate

Girl can't you see that they lyin', they fake

I'm makin' money not makin' mistakes

Already don't like me I know they gon' hate

She fuck me good, just like she should

She fix me breakfast and roll me a wood

Ain't leavin', never and that's understood

Really respect her when she in the hood

Really respect her when she in the mall

Gucci my letterman that's how I ball

She say I'm a gentleman and I'm a boss

Girl you so elegant ain't got a flaw

My baby ballin' (yeah)

To all of my exes (what? what?)

They say that I'm eggin' (yeah)

My bitch she intelligent (ayy)

I'm sippin' on medicine (yeah)

They can't get no evidence (up)

Drastic measurement (up, up)

This shit was heaven sent (yeah, yeah)

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she soaking wet, she drippin' God damn (drippin' God damn)

My little butter pecan, she got a tan (she got a tan)

Girl you need a man (need a man),

and you need them bands (need them bands)

And y'all need a plan (get a plan)

And y'all can't be planned

Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah)

Do you understand, yeah, yeah,

what the fuck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah)

Do you understand? (Do you understand?)

What the fuck that I'm sayin'? (Fuck that I'm sayin')

'Cause I'm all in you rubber band, yeah

I got hunnids and money bands, yeah

In the back of the van, ooh

I used to eat out the can, flew

Straight from a fly to Sudan, two

Bad lil' bitches done fucked me, they know what the plan, the plan is

Fuckin' you in the van and beatin' it up like it's MMA

Ain't cuffin' no pussy that's innocent

I fuck it then put it on better days

And I be spillin' like lemonade, I done minute maid

In Aventador, pull up in the door

And it's any days, put you in a daze

Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah

Do you understand? (Do you understand?)

I used to hit the corner really peachy do

you want the hand? (Do you want the hand?)

I hit the block on the four (four)

All my niggas do the most (most)

Me and Glizzy like the bros

Disappeared and it goes, woah

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she soaking wet, she drippin' God damn

My little butter pecan, she got a tan

Girl you need a man, and you need them bands

And y'all need a plan

And y'all can't be planed

Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

We need a safe, house with the lake

Big Body Benz, Rollie big face

Cartier lens, I see the fake

Dodgin' the case, gotta escape

Eat everyday, I keep food on the plate

She fuck me good, wake up feedin' me grapes

Stones in my ears they can't ears what you say

Me and Feef take the Rolls Royce outta space

Two stacks you twenty and I'm tryna race

She 'bout that money we fuck at the bank

Niggas time fly when you tellin' you can't

I order ship on the laid in and they sayin'

You gon' get rich or just live at your rank

Got 3-0-4 watches still no time to wait

And start lookin' at it I know what you think

You gon' ride or die, homie down to grave (down to the grave)

It's hard paint a picture without all the paint

I look in your eyes and I can't see the pain

I just want a buzz so I give her rings

Throw you a diamond don't need it appraised

Just wanna hear that I know what you said

Just head to the agent he gon' get me paid

I buy me more chain and I'm gon' be a slave

Choppers on deck, everything is on demand

You want a check, first you gotta have a plan

And she soaking wet, she drippin' God damn

My little butter pecan, she got a tan

Girl you need a man, and you need them bands

And y'all need a plan

And y'all can't be planed

Do you understand, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?

Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I'm sayin'?