G63 - God Damn! Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, G63
Who got cash to blow?
I stay ready, let's go
I throw, they sweep the floor
Baby, don't slam that door
This a lamb, not a cat
You should know where you at
Go do the math
I'm 4PF & your pocket flat
I'm number one, f*ck where you at
Men lie, women lie, glad that numbers don't
I'm the type, go buy bitch Birkin just because she think I won't
Got a boujee bitch sip & paints
YSL that girl a saint
In the sheets, you know she ain't
I tell them you the baddest and that there is no debate
But one missed call you tweakin'? That's that toxic shit I hate
Like Gunna, I'm one on one Y'all boys, y'all ain't on none
Modified the whip and now it's sounding like a gun
I'm preaching safety first, don't leave the house without your drum
If you want my attention, then you gotta pay the fee
I don't do no percentage, everything's gon' come to me
It's all about who you know, some niggas get that shit for free
That boy a crack baby, overcharge him for the key
Make him pay that VAT, sat him down like SATs
In this life, you live and learn to try and double what you earn
To try and double what you earn
She want that Gucci Chanel, spending thousands on her nails
She thankful for that pussy, cause she know that it sells
See the lifestyle that she lives cause of her looks
Said treat me like a trophy, who are you to make me cook
I said God damn, cause I know that she right
All she do is party often, playing with that white
Yeah Aight, with that dress so tight
Tell me who your doctor, cause that nigga did you right
She crediting the gym and take a selfie in her skims
She love the finer things, the things that's prettier than her
Bracelet Cartier, two thousands on her hair
Louis made the purse, every week she get a new Van Cleef
God damn, god damn, god damn, nigga god damn
God damn, god damn, god damn, nigga god damn