作词 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN/Chandler Durham/Colin Franken

作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN/Chandler Durham/Colin Franken

(Wheezy outta here)

(Run that back, Turbo)

I'm in the Ghini and I move a baddie and when we go shopping I put her in TJ

And it don't bother me, know that I'm quality, no wonder all of these girls wanna keep me

Shoutout my section, my diamonds electric, they stare when I'm walking inside of the building

Told her come over and I barely know her, and I bent her over and gave her the business

Fresh off the lot, I just got me some options, I'm sliding new coupe or the four-door

I hit the gas and I'm gonе, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here, all of my cars got a turbo

Do you еven know how many records I sold? Heard your man on the road doing promo

You might see me at parties in rooms full of rappers but I really don't wanna go though

I was in traps, dirty pots in the sink

When I go back home, I feel like I'm a king

Too many chains, now my neck got a kink

Cancel my plans, I'm too high, I can't link

She got her natural hair long, and she push it on, and that turn me on the moods

All of my friends say I'm wrong and she not the one, but I flew her coast to coast

Everything I get it expensive

Take a good girl to the trenches

Keep it safe, I ain't really gotta mention

My shooters got dreads with extensions

Said she got no money, it's okay though

Keep a Glock, I'ma put her on payroll

Stress me out, she hate when I say no

Keep me locked in when she give brain, though

Maybe it's your face, maybe it's your lil' ass waist, maybe it's the way that you taste

Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top

Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks

Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement socks

Pop me a Perc' and I get in my mode

You know my problems, hope you don't expose

You give me yours and I'll give you my soul

Book a jet, tell me where you wanna go

Show you the real me, I'm dropping my guard

Let her go shopping, I give her my card

I get so high that I'm one with the stars

Take what I took and I'll take you to mars

I got some secrets I keep in the dark

Only from you who I hate being apart

My baby don't play, Chanene her shades

Don't live by the book but we on the same page

You just tell me what you want and I got it

I'm really balling, girl, stop being modest

Wanna be with me, you gotta be cautious

Keep my money flowing, can't let nothing stop it

Everything I get it expensive

Take a good girl to the trenches

Keep it safe, I ain't really gotta mention

My shooters got dreads with extensions

Said she got no money, it's okay though

Keep a Glock, I'ma put her on payroll

Stress me out, she hate when I say no

Keep me locked in when she give brain, though

Maybe it's your face, maybe it's your lil' ass waist, maybe it's the way that you taste

Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top

Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks

Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement sock