No Really lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Chasin' the money

[Verse 1]
You would not get in that car with me, don't want apology
b*tch, I'm a prodigy, said "b*tch, don't lie to me"
Stuffin' my Prada jeans, mama is proud of me
n*ggas wanna copy me, and it ain't no stoppin' me, yeah
Brrrt, uh
At your head with this b*tch like a fitted
I'm clutchin' a fifty, or it be a switchy
It's never a Smitty
Don't show me no pity, b*tch, show me your titties
When I'm in the city (Yeah)
Rockin' NUMBER (N)INE Mickey
I mix with Givenchy
She callin' me papi when I be up in it
My brothers they prayin' with they flag on 'em before they go spin it
sh*t can get serious (Yeah)
This b*tch said I'm broke, like b*tch is you serious
Lil' b*tch you dеlirious
I'm Lucifer' child when I look in the mirror
I'm off of this rеd, I got on my baguettes
Last year, I went and bought a Patek
This year, I went and bought a Piguet
I'm off the f*ckin' Monnet Cognac, yeah
This b*tch neck game worth my sex (Yeah)
I got a [?] out back
And I'm locked in with them Mexicans, cartel n*ggas will cut off your neck
And I'm thinkin' 'bout tradin' in the S560 for a f*ckin' 'Vette
You tried to play wit' me last year, now your friend f*ckin' me, that's what you get (Uh)
I just went Maybach on your pus*y ass
I got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I'm on they ass
Yeah, yeah
And I'm drivin' that car fast
I just spilled drank on my dash
Now this b*tch a f*ckin' red Maybach
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I f*ck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin' bad
Yeah, yeah
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks, Saks)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm a big dog, give me that cat, I'll put thirty racks in you bae
Show you I f*ck with you like that (Like that, like that)
Yeah, yeah
For these n*ggas tryna catch me down bad, Imma put that .45 on your ass (Grr, grr)
And we gon' do it just like that (Grr, grr)
Yeah, yeah
Know my diamonds in my mouth make that f*ckin' pus*y wet
And you know this sh*t ain't a stretch
Yeah, yeah
This sh*t pure, it's all f*ckin' facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil' b*tch I told you I'm really that

[Chorus]
Yeah, I f*ck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin' bad
Yeah, yeah
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks)
Yeah, yeah