Yeah, I don't really know what it's about, huh
We could really go a different route, yeah
Yeah, huh
You could take the front seat
Ima sit in the back
Yeah, huh huh sitting in the back of the P.J
I'm on a private jet
We onto a different country
We in Bora Bora, yeah
She said she wanna go to a private island
And f*ck with a bad bitch
Yeah, yeah
I'm drinking Casamigos
Yeah, Chelsie pour me up with a double cup
Bitch, I spilled the lean all over my Ricks, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Standing on my Givenchy shoes
Yeah, yeah
We don't even f*ck with designer
Yeah, yeah
We don't even f*ck with designer
No more, huh
Yeah, yeah
I swear the shit, we wearing
Come from a different country
Yeah, yeah
The more, I speak French on the beat
Y'all don't even understand what I'm saying
Yeah, huh
Je parlais français maintenant
Je parlais français, non
Est-ce que tu me comprends maintenant
Yeah
Took his money and I went shopping
Spent a whole lot of money on my fit
Yeah, this ain't regular
Watch out for me
Come through looking bad
Michael Jackson bad
New jeans and my ass fat, what
Only catch me switching to the lane over
In a peanut butter coupe
Beige, in the inside
Tell me, do you see what I see
Tell me, do you know what I mean
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch don't uh uh ever try me
Play with me, I'll put you in the deep, huh
Automatic, coming out my jeans, huh
I'm a female, but I'm always, uh clutchin
Long live Mack Billy I love you, brother