Staccato lyrics

[Chorus]
f*ckin' these b*tches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullsh*t, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n*gga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

[Verse 1]
Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you b*tches, now I'm like, "b*tch, please"
Now and then I gotta say it like my n*gga Weeknd
f*ck needin' a b*tch, I'm what a b*tch need
Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley
So even when it's dirty, know my sh*t clean
Got a thick bih', her name's Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss sh*t, ayy
She f*ckin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe, my n*gga
I spent twenty-five all on my side b*tch
And if I get caught, I'ma deny it
I'ma deny it, I'm a f*ckin' rider
Got a bad b*tch for the n*gga, pus*y fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can't fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, b*tch, I'm a soldier, ugh
[Chorus]
f*ckin' these b*tches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullsh*t, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n*gga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

[Verse 2]
Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna f*ck me?
And if she don't, she probably gay, that's what it must be
None of my biddies put no n*ggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my b*tches side-side of me
Couldn't be a fake n*gga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy n*gga f*ck and we can't f*ck no more
I'm a big money n*gga on a jet
Girl, give me that pus*y, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I'm a G, f*ck her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you f*ckin' own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I'm on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
[Chorus]
f*ckin' these b*tches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullsh*t, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n*gga, the world yours, whatever's inside though