[Chorus: Scott Blanco]
She gon let me beat it, piñata
And yeah I got her number imma call her mañana
Man this drink is making me so wavy, improper
Oh I think that I forgot her name, Alanna, Samantha, Madonna, Rihanna, oh sh*t
Whatever, I’m sure I’ll do better next time
I got my bread up
I’m all bout my cheddar
I’m above the weather
Like stars how I shine
[Verse: Scott Blanco]
I’m making profit
That’s weight in my pockets
I can not stop it
I ball like a Rocket
Balling hard like James Harden
VIP at the Garden, yeah yeah
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning
Normal people still snoring, yeah yeah
And I’m the man in my city
Your girlfriend think I’m pretty, oh woah
Outfit screams I’m the sh*t
We never met but she miss me, yeah
We never met but she miss me
Take my brothers out to get litty
Couple bad b*tches they kissing, uh
Taking shots of that Travis Scott
Mix Vanilla Ciroc with the henny
I’m tossing the Benji’s not wasting a penny
I call up the bro like “yo, what’s brackin Benny?”
These ladies wanna make a movie roll
After the studio get all the groupie hoes
I’m tryna see a fine doll on my sushi roll
I’m tryna see which direction that booty go, what?
And I can’t give attention to a girl that wants to take all of my money and go spend it all on pearls
I’m looking for a shawty that can step into my world and handle business with an attitude yeah that’s my type of girl
But still
[Chorus: Scott Blanco]
She gon let me beat it, piñata
Yeah I got her number imma call her mañana
Man this drink is making me so wavy, improper
Oh I think that I forgot her name, Alanna, Samantha, Madonna, Rihanna, oh sh*t
Whatever, I’m sure I’ll do better next time
I got my bread up
I’m all bout my cheddar
I’m above the weather
Like stars how I shine
[Verse 2: Benny Milano]
f*cking all these girls and I do not know they name
They know I’m a star so they gon’ f*ck for fame
I’m Benny baby you know I’m a savage
I’m Benny baby all I chase is cabbage
Juice Wrld I been having lucid dreams about my ex b*tch
I don’t want no next b*tch, I’m tryna chase these checks b*tch
You not in my check list b*tch, no no
You not in my check list b*tch, woah woah
My city used to doubt me didn’t think I were to blow
Now I’m up I’m blowing up, like a C4
Designer on my body, Givenchy on my clothes
All these hoe, hoe-hoe-hoe’s f*ckin’ for some dough
Young n*gga I’m about that bag
All I know is get a lot of cash
Young rich n*gga I’m chasing cash
Scotty Blanco by my side he get that bag
[Chorus: Scott Blanco]
She gon let me beat it, piñata
Yeah I got her number imma call her mañana
Man this drink is making me so wavy, improper
Oh I think that I forgot her name, Alanna, Samantha, Madonna, Rihanna, oh sh*t
Whatever, I’m sure I’ll do better next time
I got my bread up
I’m all bout my cheddar
I’m above the weather
Like stars how I shine