Lyrics
(I ain't finna tell y'all how Ry got away with this shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Went 2K on a sweater (Sweater)
ꓘastaway on the leather (Yes)
Probably upgrade on my bitch if she startin' to think she special, uh
Coo say, "Stay on schedule you 'posed to be heavy metal"
Lil' shorty gettin' me sexual
You treatin' me like an imbecile
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band
I may crank up, do my lil' dancе, ayy
Mr. Don't-Do-Beatbox
Talkin' shit on a heat block
I mеan the shit I speak 'bout
Said my music hit G-spots
You know I'ma tweak out if she think that her meat out
Could ever make me put a bitch before that fuckin' ching sound
If you think I believe a ho
Would never sing out
If you think all these niggas 'round is cool with me now
If I just tell you what I got hid up my sleeve
It's two hundred G's, I'm tryna cop
If it ain't 'bout the green what you talking 'bout?
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band, I may crank up
Do my lil' dance, ayy
Automatic, big-body, twin turbo
Pipes got extensions, huh
Lil' body bitch, tat me on your coochie
Not your titties, yeah
Packed in, dripped out, all of a sudden
The ones played gettin' tricked out
I never needed no discount
I walk around with my dick out
I'm-I'm too risky
Look so good
It piss me off
A hundred when I land, and I just took off
I don't care what you sayin'
I'm my own damn boss
I really can't choose if you win or you lost
End of discussion
Show me your hand
And I'll show you who flushin'
I got an ace by the five, if I'm lucky
I really can't catch a pack 'til it's pungent
Down by the dozens or somethin'
These niggas beefin' over nothin'
Probably fiendin' for cuddy
I guess I see why you be cuttin'
I was just in the country
Now I got Burberry London
And this Marni came straight from Italy
Only Co. I know, Tiffany
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band, I may crank up, do my lil' dance, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Went 2K on a sweater (Sweater)
ꓘastaway on the leather (Yes)
Probably upgrade on my bitch if she startin' to think she special, uh
Coo say, "Stay on schedule you 'posed to be heavy metal"
Lil' shorty gettin' me sexual
You treatin' me like an imbecile
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band
I may crank up, do my lil' dancе, ayy
Mr. Don't-Do-Beatbox
Talkin' shit on a heat block
I mеan the shit I speak 'bout
Said my music hit G-spots
You know I'ma tweak out if she think that her meat out
Could ever make me put a bitch before that fuckin' ching sound
If you think I believe a ho
Would never sing out
If you think all these niggas 'round is cool with me now
If I just tell you what I got hid up my sleeve
It's two hundred G's, I'm tryna cop
If it ain't 'bout the green what you talking 'bout?
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band, I may crank up
Do my lil' dance, ayy
Automatic, big-body, twin turbo
Pipes got extensions, huh
Lil' body bitch, tat me on your coochie
Not your titties, yeah
Packed in, dripped out, all of a sudden
The ones played gettin' tricked out
I never needed no discount
I walk around with my dick out
I'm-I'm too risky
Look so good
It piss me off
A hundred when I land, and I just took off
I don't care what you sayin'
I'm my own damn boss
I really can't choose if you win or you lost
End of discussion
Show me your hand
And I'll show you who flushin'
I got an ace by the five, if I'm lucky
I really can't catch a pack 'til it's pungent
Down by the dozens or somethin'
These niggas beefin' over nothin'
Probably fiendin' for cuddy
I guess I see why you be cuttin'
I was just in the country
Now I got Burberry London
And this Marni came straight from Italy
Only Co. I know, Tiffany
Shit, I ain't got no plans today
But I know I got bands to make
I don't want advances
I'ma grind until my hands can skate
Since I've been on my shit
I've been tryna make my mans a plate
When I get a band, I may crank up, do my lil' dance, ayy