I boarded the P-jet, more than a piss test.
The Panamera's sick, Lupus, t-Raw show them how we.Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead.I'm running through these hoes, Brandon Jacobs.Skeeted off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead.The Panamera's sick, lupus, t-Raww, show them how we.So wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna make.Bitch say she in love with me, stay away from Cupid.So I wake up, I'm f*cked up, my ex tryna' make.
I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs.
Money talk Chris Tucker, got a chauffeur, and a driver I don't lease it, I'm a buy it I'll be on the broke diet You ain't eating but you biting my style Motherf*cking strike, light-lightening T-Carti, my b*tch like Bulgari I walk in the spot.
Automatic bang, bang, bang.Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang.Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid.Hook, when I switch lanes, phantom doors swing.Wake up, shooting my babies all on her make-up.Motherfucker strike like lightning, t-Carti, my bitch like Bvlgari, i walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me Spent 30 racks, I'ma make it back tomorrow Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara Verse 5: patch exe idm 6.11.8 Game You ain't never seen a rari.Tyga: Swiss signs do it, my new b*tch.