[Intro]
Why yes, f** you too
What up, world?
You know when I said the diamonds was on prom day
That meant they was dancin' under the dawg like
In New York I Milly Rock
Got it in my sock
Fifty off the wall
And I press rerock
Got it in my sock
Got a lil' thot
That's a lil boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht
Nah, I'm just playing, let me get this sh** for real tho
[Verse]
I get money, money, money motherf**er like I'm Jordan
It's the n***a flyin' foreign, make your b**hes not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden
Know you n***as can't afford it
And these b**hes can't ignore me
I did sh** like dory, I'm with some white shorty
And the b**h is like forty, she singing Mike Shorey
In the port loose ridin' out the Porsche coupe glidin'
If you try me n***a I be off the Porsche through slidin'
It's just me and lil' Aggy, Portuguese lil' baddie
Pourin' drink off in the soda, puttin' weed off in the baggy
I be off in the caddie with a freak that's off a addy
Tryin' f** me to the beat is like the beat is off badly
Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning
Them boys diss me in the night
I get 'em clapped by the morning
Got the money clubbin' on the dollar stackin' and joinin'
In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool b**h with me
This never slackin' or borin', never lackin' I'm blowin'
And any n***as try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us
I bet your girl know us, what the man Riley
Two bad b**hes like Kendall and Kylie
Let your man try me be another man dying
I'ma young sergeant, oh and by the way
I just beat my gun charges, Lawyer like a maid
And just sweeping dumb charges
Shout out Jim Lewis I won't keep you bombarded
But we some young bosses
Can't nobody ever try to do it like we do
Playboi like Carti I want f** Cardi B too
Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to?
Puttin' in position like we in a magazine shoot
n***a I'm the man ten b**hes magnolia
Shout out to the fans, African and Angola yeah
Throw the damn Rollie up, throw the damn Rollie up
Rollie so heavy that the b**hes can't hold it up
Score so much they gotta throw a damn goalie up
n***as say they know but they don't know enough
You know it's us
Shawty wanna f** me for Chanel, she a coconut
Skurtin' through the parkin' lot with doughnuts in the car clutch
All thirty of us, twenty-six b**hes, four s*uts
All of us going up, the bank account's growin' up
Shawty threw the p**y had me tore it up
Now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up
Yeah in New York I Milly rock, I'm on any block
Hit that b**h on Betty block
Gave this dick to twenty thots
Got it in my sock, forty on the wop
Thirty clip inside a extendo on the Glock ooh
[Outro]
We just getting started
Nothing gon' be safe
I'm hopping on everything, body n***as