Too Close lyrics

[Chorus]
All my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
All my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna' get down, tryna' get on
b*tches always come around, puttin' they pus*y on
b*tches always come around, tryna' f*ck my homies
I'm all my cheese b*tch, I'm 'bout my macaroni
And I can't let no cheap b*tch get too close to Lonely

[Verse 1]
Yeah, check out my chains, check out my rings
Yeah, check out my jeans, check out my jean jacket
I'm a Balenciaga fiend, Demna jeans and jacket
Is your b*tch a Opium fiend, now she claim she [?]
If she suck me clean, I'mma step it
All these n*ggas grown as f*ck, but baby [?] with some pampers
Got so many clothes on the floor, ain't got no [?]
[?] blue plate rich, had to show 'em the way, I can't even help 'em
All these haters snitch, I can tell they gon' tell
And this b*tch tryna' suck my di*k, cause I'm fly as hell
f*ck 12, n*gga, f*ck the Ps, free my bro out the cell
All these n*ggas sayin' that they rich as f*ck, but I can't tell
[?] my damn closet, I guess I'm rich as hell

[Chorus]
All my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
All my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna' get down, tryna' get on
b*tches always come around, puttin' they pus*y on
b*tches always come around, tryna' f*ck my homies
I'm all my cheese b*tch, I'm 'bout my macaroni
And I can't let no cheap b*tch get too close to Lonely
[Verse 2]
Bad b*tch, back up, I take the cash and make it flip, but I ain't use no spatula
I'm only 21 years old, I live like a Bachelor
Bad b*tch ass so f*ckin' fat, I always make her back it up
I'm in a '23 Cadillac truck, every time I'm backin' up
I spend that cash and make some cash, I don't miss no bucks
Yeah, I'm all the way turnt up, b*tch, huh, I'm turnt
Yeah, I'm all the way geeked up, but I'm not burnt
I go up a double cup and then I fly right off this earth
I go cop a blunt [?] n*gga that 16
I got way more than 1 PS5, this PS10
I'm in every city, spending cash, huh, I'm with Ken
All my fits European and my diamonds so cold, you can ski 'em

[Chorus]
All my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
All my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna' get down, tryna' get on
b*tches always come around, puttin' they pus*y on
b*tches always come around, tryna' f*ck my homies
I'm all my cheese b*tch, I'm 'bout my macaroni
And I can't let no cheap b*tch get too close to Lonely