Lil' shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood, get high
Complimentin' my fly
I'm that ****, that guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp, might wreck the Bentley in the hills
My bitches comin' dressed to kill, I fuck for hours off a pill
Don't hit my ho up just to chill
I swear my life come wit' a bill
I never had a bih to keep it real
So, baby, let's take a trip out to Brazil
Baby, let's go far
I don't do slow cars
Wedding cake in my 'Wood, ain't no 'gars
These **** got no heart
I been built for this shit from the start
She got a good head, smart
Cuff like a cop, I'm Paul Blart
'Cause I'm in the mood for that
She get in her mood fast
I'm in love wit' her rude ass
She act like the manager, make sure the kid never late
I hope he don't get outta pocket 'cause we never run outta K's
Private plane, private plane, baby, we don't do delays
I'm missin' your face, I ain't seen you in some days
Came from Wing Bonz, now we eat NoBu now
I stunt on my old boo now, these **** watchin' me like Roku now
Lil' shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood, get high
Complimentin' my fly
I'm that ****, that guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp, might wreck the Bentley in the hills
My bitches comin' dressed to kill, I fuck for hours off a pill
Don't hit my ho up just to chill
I swear my life come wit' a bill
I never had a bih to keep it real
So, baby, let's take a trip out to Brazil
I paid a thousand dollars for a seal
I took me two-fourths of a pill
I painted rose gold on the wheels
I got a new home in the hills
I put these clothes on and I drip
I put these clothes on and I drip, ah
Only make sure you and yours straight
Got me some gold on like a ace
It came with backward doors, it's a Wraith
I got me two lawyers on a case
I got on two watches, how I'm late?
Gonna take two hoes on a date
Pockets on sumo, lotta weight
Rockin' some Balmain, by the way
Swear I need all mine, I can't wait
Had to put diamonds in my face
Gunna a YSL renegade
Landin' in Miami for a day
I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth
Smokin' gelato, not the haze
Bitch is a freak, she let me fuck her face
I got on a plane, I don't gotta pay
Lil' shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood, get high
Complimentin' my fly
I'm that ****, that guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp, might wreck the Bentley in the hills
My bitches comin' dressed to kill, I fuck for hours off a pill
Don't hit my ho up just to chill
I swear my life come wit' a bill
I never had a bih to keep it real
So, baby, let's take a trip out to Brazil

Writer(s): Shawn Scrilla.