HOOK:
Feeling like Future I'm groovy yo
I got my clothes from a booster.. so
n*ggas hating, hoes choosing tho
Me and ya b*tch made a movie WHOA
I.. quit.. my.. b*tch
Now i'm back f*cking these hoochies
I'm in my zone like 2-3
I go hard for that bleu cheese
Verse 1:
All these hoes can be replaced
Stop listening to beyoncé
She ain't need no philippe steak
Gave me face after cheap date
The hate real but the love fake
Her ass fake but my chains ain't
I'm in fast lane with no brakes
Shawty giving me straight face
Hoodie bape, sneaks human race
Got that goyard round my waist
I take trips round the world
Yall n*ggas never leaving ya state
I'm in New York at the bape store
Going ape sh*t, i'm faded
VVS1's blinging, yeah
Man they thinking i'm famous
I'm gonna ball with my n*ggas I swear
We gon get it in any weather
I see you n*ggas hating from afar
We grinding, y'all wish on a star
I f*ck b*tches, then I switch them
Hit the spliff up its tradition
Can't trust n*ggas they like politicians
I money dance in my Raf Simons
Hook
Verse 2:
I go hard for that bleu cheese
Double Gs yeah I'm gucci
All my diamonds look fruity
Secure the bag is my duty
Shawty tryna seduce me
Pretty face, with a big ole booty
I like it extra extra Juicy
We got poppin in the jacuzzi
We in Miami we ballin (aye)
Im in Miami like Bossy (aye)
We in Liv go retarded (aye)
Diamonds glisten never foggy (aye)
Money running like a faucet (aye)
Sippin this Dusse got me saucy (aye)
f*cked this lil b*tch it ain't cost me
I got the juice Fam, Kyle Lowry (aye)
My n*ggas move weight like a stroller
Old b*tch hit my phone I don't know ya
Blocking all shots that she throwing
She get the Floyd Mayweather shoulder
Now that I'm older, heart getting colder
My dreams getting closer
I'm sh*tting now you can smell the odor
I am not a smoker but I'm not never sober
Got a red bone chick from California
If we get caught with the stanky on us
She gon lie and say she the owner
She gon stand talk like a soldier
Shawty just wanna be closer
She dont wanna be loner
She know I stack chips like poker
This bag I will run it up on her
I'm gonna ball with my n*ggas I swear
We gon get it in any weather
I see you n*ggas hating from afar
We grinding, y'all wish on a star
I f*ck b*tches, then I switch them
Hit the spliff up its tradition
Can't trust n*ggas they like politicians
I money dance in my Raf Simons
Hook