That's It (feat. Dreamless) Video (MV)

Just clean the house and that's it
Get me aroused and that's it
Take off your blouse and that's it
Don't make a sound and that's it (yeah)
Just let me bone and that's it
Give me some dome and that's it
Then hit the road and that's it
Don't hit my phone 'cause that's it (yeah)

Way too much chrome on my whip
Way too much ice on my wrist
Hit you up, give you some dick, then I split, 'cause I'm f*ckin' a new bitch by six
And another at twelve
Puttin' this bitch on the shelf
Puttin' this bitch in Chanel
Boutta go ham on this beat, man, I'm boutta excel
Boutta surpass all these rappers that's whack, and I'm doin' it all by myself
Pop a bar and that's it
Foreign cars, foreign bitch
Four in the cup, 24 on my rims
44 minutes in
Formin' these thoughts with my paper and pen
Roll up papers, and then
Ballin' like lakers and f*ckin' on tens
F*ck on your bitch, and then f*ck on her friend

Give me some brain and that's it
Makin' it rain and that's it
Iron my suit, polish my shoes
Stay in your lane and that's it (yeah)
Dick like a candle, too hot to handle
Blow out the flame and that's it
Lick on the tip and that's it
Icy, so cold, let it drip (yeah)

That's it, pull up in foreign whips
That's it, roll up some foreign shit
That's it, nothin' else needed
Bitch on her knees, and she sucks til it's bleedin'
Then I proceeded to eat it like Reese's
And then she proceeded to suck me like straws, 'til her jaws in two pieces
Rappers in awe 'cause they seein shit, they've never seen in shit
Dick in her spleen and shit (yeah)
Fly overseas and shit
This is my season bitch
Flex for no reason shit (yeah)
I do not f*ck with this bitch
F*cked her once and that's it
Just make me dinner lil bitch
Make me dinner, that's it (yeah)
Then clean the house lil bitch
Clean the house and that's it (yeah)

Just clean the house and that's it
Get me aroused and that's it
Take off your blouse and that's it
Don't make a sound and that's it (yeah)
Just let me bone and that's it
Give me some dome and that's it
Then hit the road and that's it
Don't hit my phone 'cause that's it (yeah)

Don't hit my line and that's it
Doubt in my mind and that's it
Skippin' the line 'cause I'm quick
F*ck on your bitch and that's it
She be my main, you my trick
Make me Nesquick and that's it
No, we ain't watchin' Netflix (ay)
I need my fix and that's it (ay)
Hittin' it quick and then dip, like some salsa
Bitches be makin' me pasta
Wearin' confetti like Rasta
She say my dick be so awesome
She dead on the dick, like a possum
She like my sauce, 'cause I sauce 'em
F*ck all these bitches and toss 'em
To the curb, thoughts so absurd
I am the father, makin' this guala while drivin' Impalas

Just clean the house and that's it
Get me aroused and that's it
Take off your blouse and that's it
Don't make a sound and that's it (yeah)
Just let me bone and that's it
Give me some dome and that's it
Then hit the road and that's it
Don't hit my phone 'cause that's it (yeah)
Give me some brain and that's it
Makin' it rain and that's it
Iron my suit, polish my shoes
Stay in your lane and that's it (yeah)
Dick like a candle, too hot to handle
Blow out the flame and that's it
Lick on the tip and that's it
Icy, so cold, let it drip (yeah)