Oh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if [?] was there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
****ing give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
You won't come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need the dollars to pick out an album for me?
I got mad gear
Yeah, stackin' up monеy like [?] and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a draco
Back of thе crib, look like men in Barbados
Losin' my friends everyday, I'm okay though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two fans in a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Oh, you makin' this so complicated
I can buy you a new ass, just say that
Still got bitches that owe me some favours
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavour
No overexaggeratin'
Come for them bands, I was flippin' your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers, got like a hundred K mouth
I can't even speak, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate
She don't want it back
In the back of my mind, I'm like "What if the condom break?"
Oh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if [?] was there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
****ing give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
You won't come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need the dollars to pick out an album for me?
I got mad gear
I look at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It already went up in this thirty, I swear
If I see an opp
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got [?] floors, she told me "It's your"
It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world
VVSs and pearls, keep me up 'til she eurl (Mm-hm)
****ing give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need the dollars to pick out an album for me?
I got mad gear
Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if [?] was there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Please don't knock on my door lookin' for love anymore
'Cause it don't belong in here
You told me to "Go to hell" okay, I would drive you here
I got mad gear