[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Man, f**k that b**ch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that’s for Kenny, lil’ b**ch
Stop posting these ni**as that’s dead if we did it
I’m pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these ni**as not dead enough for me
I don’t want your b**ch, lil’ shawty ain’t slick
She don’t lick, she don’t su*k or give head enough for me
I got these big ass rocks
Flew her to the city, f**ked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot
Thick-ass top
Sliding my tip in a rich-ass slick-ass mop
All of my ni**as, we bucking, I don’t even know the word ducking
b**ch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna f**k, too scary to touch it
Put black in her tunnel, I’m Harriеt Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I’m balling on ni**as
That’s payback to payback on all of my b**ches
I make them wait for thе plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on ni**as
Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
Hit ’em both and didn’t know they looked like twins (Ho, holy f**k, I just f**ked off [?])
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
b**ch get off my dick
Rich young ni**a still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil’, I’m big youngin
Money, three, in hundreds
f**k her, f**k her, once I get the head, it’s f**k her
Doing this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money
I get a Richard Mille, nothing less than two hundred
Young dawg keep coming, I see you
Take something from me, get left
sh*t, ain’t worried now, get stretched
He ain’t ’bout war
Bankroll on me, no fraud
‘Least nine hundreds in card
ni**a, all my b**ches sell large stuffing, f**k her
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up
[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I don’t wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, ni**a, it is my time to sign
b**ch, get the f**k out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil’ b**ch, my time to shine, man
ni**as in trouble, now they paying me double
Fresh Air Force, couldn’t pay me to scuffle
Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I was getting in a tussle
Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF
Hopping out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I’m young, but I could f**k you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was getting money out the league
Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil Fresh was getting [?] coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds b**ches coming out the jeans
Blue in that b**by trap, f**k it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a ni**a thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn’t in it
If you caught a ni**a cheating then f**k what it seem
Mojo back, b**ch, ow, I might bring back [?]
Might stop telling these ni**as my moves, they taking my groove, b**ch, how? Give that man back his style
That’s my dawg and we still share clothes, he can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don’t argue about b**ches, we ain’t finna fallout about hoes
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up