Lyrics
STM yea its Meek on this beat
Yea I want you
But I ain't really tryna taunt you
I'm off you
I said I want you
Damn
But I ain't really tryna taunt you
Im Off you
I could put you in that Prada
Saint Laurent too
I Want to
Damn
But lil mama yea yo heart
Its gon' cost you
And tell yo nigga watch his tone
Cause Im the wrong dude
I told you
All this jewelry on my body
On yo body I put gold too
Designer down from my shoes
To my belt to my clothes too
Just keep it G and I can make yo
Wrist glow too
My chop sit a nigga down like its
Roku
Yo bitch she love me
She be begging for my company
Thats how I live
Just how it is
I feel like Thug
Its so much fun to me
Even though I got a twin
Its only one of me
Talkin' shit I tell that nigga OKC
Then let that Thunder speak
I get fly like outer space
She never been
I tell her jump with me
These other men
Do what they can
Don't understand
Cause they been under me
Louboutin on my feet
You cant afford this
I can take you out to Morton's
You important
This bitch gorgeous
Chop brought him to his knees
I have him
Praying to the Lord quick
She a fly lil mama so I call her my
Dior bitch
Snatchin chains up off his neck
We got him feeling London Lauren
40 bullied like Rasputia turn him
Norbit
Bringing all these blowers
Where we go
Its like its hella leaves
30 clip its gon' ignite run for yo life
I brought this Steph with me
These niggas hot I'm always
Stepping in that shit they be like
Check his feet
Name in they mouth
It aint just hype
I been that guy yea they elected me
I said I want you
Damn
But I ain't really tryna taunt you
Im Off you
I can put you in that
Fendi Louis Vuitton too
Yea I want to
Damn but yo soul its gon' cost you
I cant be letting all these hoes
Have my heart foo
I told you
All this jewelry on my body
On yo body I put gold too
Designer down from my shoes
To my belt to my clothes too
Just keep it G and I can make yo
Wrist glow too
My chop sit a nigga down like its
Roku
He said he want me
Damn
But tell these niggas get up off me
Just talking
I could show yu how to live
And do this often
I want to
But silly nigga yea yo hoes
Its gon' cost you
I cant be letting all these boys
Have my heart boo
I told you
You said you want a real bitch
Well I can show you
Designer down from my purse
To my shoes to my clothes too
Forget yo bitches from the past
You know
Them other bitches old news
Bet I can make him sit it down like
It's Roku
Pretty Boss Bitch
You know I always been this
I ain't kidding
Bet I let that nigga fall if he tripping
If he trip he get lit like its Christmas
I Praise the Lord in my Diors cause
Im Christian
Balenciagas on my feet
They cost a band
Yea thats a Coldplay
Foreigns in the driveway
Lining up it look like soul train
Prada running down my body
Yea versace my cologne say
Gabbana on my toes
Other toes it say Dolce
Treat him like I'm Queen
I got him tastin' his own Medicine
I dont know you niggas
Only one I know is Benjamin
I got him signin for my heart
Like he was checkin in
But put him onna waiting list
See if I let him in
Barely just begun but damn
I do this like a Veteran
They saying only number 1
He got his Zion like he Pelican
My niggas active
Have them light that nigga up like
Thomas Edison
And then we put him onna jacket
Like a letterman
I said I want you
Damn
But I ain't really tryna taunt you
Im off you
I can put you in that Prada
Saint Laurent too
I want to
Damn
But yo soul its gon' cost you
I cant be letting
All these hoes have my heart coo
I told you
All this jewelry on my body
On yo body I put gold too
I flex like Goku, aint gon' hold you
I could take you out to Nobu
Man fuck the fame
Play with my name
I gotta show you
My chop sit a nigga down like its
Roku
WRITERS
D'Mico Lacy
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