TOUCHÉ lyrics

[Chorus]
This b*tch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling
Rapper say he woke the city up, b*tch, I'm snoring

[Verse 1]
Play it safe, keep it quiet, I don't got nothin' to say
Hit her at my place, when she leave, her contact get erased
Not tryna catch a case but if he keep on starin', I'ma face him
I know that's your bae, but if she keep on starin', I'ma take her
We eat out at Nobu, that's a thousand dollar plate, yeah
I was overseas for tour, I'm back up in the states, yeah
Rollin' up exotic only thing that keep me sane, yeah
Pull up in that Batmobile, I feel like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Shawty started f*ckin' with me, got a new name
Green tip 5.56'll knock a n*gga toupee
Half a hundred racks, what I made in two days
She a smart b*tch, she did me how I did her touché

[Chorus]
This b*tch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling
Rapper say he woke the city up, b*tch, I'm snoring
[Verse 2]
Don’t know nobody, she want me, she on my body
I been on Rodeo spendin' cash like it's a hobby
Run off with your sh*t, I'd like to see you try and stop me
Pillow talkin' to your friends, bae, that's where you lost me, yeah
Walk in fly as hell, I know they notice me
She keep grabbin' on my pants, I'ma take her down
I told her, "When we home, we gon' make a movie"
Poured a four, I feel it goin' through me
Clothes galore, I mix YSL with Ksubi
The way that I slide on a broad, I feel like Toosie
I'ma get another ho, this one won't do it
Collect these checks like Nike, best believe I'm gon' do it

[Chorus]
This b*tch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling
Rapper say he woke the city up, b*tch, I'm snoring