Got a main chick
She a keeper
Fake Denzel lookin' ass nigga
Big Virgo
On your speakers
And you vibin' to my shit I believe it
I'm cut from a different cloth I don't chase the cat
Mood matchin' all my fits why I'm still in black
Neiman Marcus invoices like I scam like that
But I'm iced out cash stacks in all my packs
My bars all up in your face like my rap's backpack
Spittin' fire on the beat like I need a tic-tac
I be funky on this beat like I need a bath
She be all up in my seat like she need a snack
She want that ice cream call up on me like it's toll free
All up in the speed dial like she know me
And we gon' make a movie on the Sony
While she claimin' to her man I'm the homie
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna brrr like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun, no cap
Baby, you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
I could take you shopping in Geneva
If only I could make a million off of features
Got a lot of clothes I could show you like SEMA
You all dolled up Im minked up call peta
Your head hangin' outside of the Beamer
Your heels pokin' holes inside my interior
Resting bitch face my exterior
Ice cold, flooded out call up FEMA
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna put up like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun no cap
Baby you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
Only if you arch that back
Yeah I like it like that girl that ass so fat
Grabbin' on your waist while I beat your back end
I need all my paper comin' straight from the back end
They wanna know what the hell is happening
Only beautiful things when we in our section
They see me up they investigating
So I beat em' like Solange in the Escalator
Shawty trippin' actin' like I really knew her
Got her number then I smash her then I threw her
If she was pure then I probably would've flew her
I get dimes I don't care if I lose her
I'm sippin' Henny and Moet on the island
Flyin' private we can go to any climate
Me and you goin' back it's perfect timing
Old memories keepin' me striving
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Got a main chick
She a keeper
Fake Denzel lookin' ass nigga
Big Virgo
On your speakers
And you vibin' to my shit I believe it
I'm cut from a different cloth I don't chase the cat
Mood matchin' all my fits why I'm still in black
Neiman Marcus invoices like I scam like that
But I'm iced out cash stacks in all my packs
My bars all up in your face like my rap's backpack
Spittin' fire on the beat like I need a tic-tac
I be funky on this beat like I need a bath
She be all up in my seat like she need a snack
She want that ice cream call up on me like it's toll free
All up in the speed dial like she know me
And we gon' make a movie on the Sony
While she claimin' to her man I'm the homie
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna brrr like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun, no cap
Baby, you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
I could take you shopping in Geneva
If only I could make a million off of features
Got a lot of clothes I could show you like SEMA
You all dolled up Im minked up call peta
Your head hangin' outside of the Beamer
Your heels pokin' holes inside my interior
Resting bitch face my exterior
Ice cold, flooded out call up FEMA
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna put up like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun no cap
Baby you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
Only if you arch that back
Yeah I like it like that girl that ass so fat
Grabbin' on your waist while I beat your back end
I need all my paper comin' straight from the back end
They wanna know what the hell is happening
Only beautiful things when we in our section
They see me up they investigating
So I beat em' like Solange in the Escalator
Shawty trippin' actin' like I really knew her
Got her number then I smash her then I threw her
If she was pure then I probably would've flew her
I get dimes I don't care if I lose her
I'm sippin' Henny and Moet on the island
Flyin' private we can go to any climate
Me and you goin' back it's perfect timing
Old memories keepin' me striving
She a keeper
Fake Denzel lookin' ass nigga
Big Virgo
On your speakers
And you vibin' to my shit I believe it
I'm cut from a different cloth I don't chase the cat
Mood matchin' all my fits why I'm still in black
Neiman Marcus invoices like I scam like that
But I'm iced out cash stacks in all my packs
My bars all up in your face like my rap's backpack
Spittin' fire on the beat like I need a tic-tac
I be funky on this beat like I need a bath
She be all up in my seat like she need a snack
She want that ice cream call up on me like it's toll free
All up in the speed dial like she know me
And we gon' make a movie on the Sony
While she claimin' to her man I'm the homie
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna brrr like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun, no cap
Baby, you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
I could take you shopping in Geneva
If only I could make a million off of features
Got a lot of clothes I could show you like SEMA
You all dolled up Im minked up call peta
Your head hangin' outside of the Beamer
Your heels pokin' holes inside my interior
Resting bitch face my exterior
Ice cold, flooded out call up FEMA
Hit me on your phone when you back
Shawty wanna put up like that
I could maybe blow out your back
We can have some fun no cap
Baby you ridin' off track
Would you bring it back like that
I could give you two stacks
Only if you back like that
Only if you arch that back
Yeah I like it like that girl that ass so fat
Grabbin' on your waist while I beat your back end
I need all my paper comin' straight from the back end
They wanna know what the hell is happening
Only beautiful things when we in our section
They see me up they investigating
So I beat em' like Solange in the Escalator
Shawty trippin' actin' like I really knew her
Got her number then I smash her then I threw her
If she was pure then I probably would've flew her
I get dimes I don't care if I lose her
I'm sippin' Henny and Moet on the island
Flyin' private we can go to any climate
Me and you goin' back it's perfect timing
Old memories keepin' me striving
Writer: Sam Milinazzo, Nathaniel Wisdom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid