Imma just hop out the whip
And pick up the bag
Michael Jackson, shorty bad
She say that she only be shopping at sacks
Raf Simons, that's facts
Louie V on her bag
She love when I grip on that ass
Road head, she almost made us crash
I love a bougie bitch, love a nerdy bitch
And her ass stay in college
If i f*ckup on the reup
She gon throw me couple of dem dollaz
I'm a young Sean Carter Brought you the wave, I'm a martyr
I'm a daddy, not a father
You niggas all Kuwabara
I'm Yuske Urameshi
Your shorty giving me that Becky
Cocaine made her sexy
Then i freaked it, to a whole key
So pure, made her nose bleed
Not stepped on like she's Billie Jean
From a quarter key to the Florida Keys
U can't f*ck with my recipe
Yeah yeah