The year has just started and right now

I′m looking for cribs overseas

I'm giving my lady some driving lessonsIn a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man

I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face

Now she′s saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside

Now I'm flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille

A crib by the port and it's imported, sad, sad

If you knew the truth ′bout that nigga

Then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now

I am the nigga that taught him

Bro, I get the birds in, fuck a drought

Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out

I get the money, money from her house

Out in a lovely, lovely country town

I said if you care about her, fly her out

Go to the Louis store and buy it now

I′ma keep pouring 'til I′m running out

I just hit it from the back

She scared she running out

Ooh, young and lit

Money keep on coming in

Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand by

Pull up and drum that shit

Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim

Hand on heart, I love this chick

Ooh, all them niggas ′round me family

Love them on some brother shit

She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash

I keep on getting them flashbacks

I was OT so I had to bash

I almost thought about getting a cab back

Do it like Rico and video that

If we upload it, it prolly get some backlash

Backshot, she got the ripple effect

It's two 10′s and I can't help but slap that

Pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet

Plan B, baby, swallow that tablet

The way that she handle it, this one talented

Pum-pum soaking, feel like I′m paddling

Back come round I′m a fan of it

Ride on a bike one time and I'm saddling

Ayo, her doctor working wonders

Damn, that′s a big circumference

Girl wet, she don't need no lube

When I′m 40th floor, you should see the views (alright)

She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man

I don′t wanna leak your nudes

How do I say without seeming rude?

Huh, I just wanna see if it's cute

Shake that back like a video vixen

Diss one, he don't wanna be in my tunes

She wanna go Nobu just for the snap

If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food

Word on the road, it′s Cench get 100 a show

This hoe wanna see if it′s true

Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more

She said she wanna be with the goons

Thought she could hack it, not active

Too smokey, now she wanna leave the room

The year has just started and right now

I′m looking for cribs overseas

I'm giving my lady some driving lessons

In a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man

I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face

Now she′s saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside

Now I'm flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille

A crib by the port and it′s imported, sad, sad

If you knew the truth 'bout that nigga

Then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now

I am the nigga that taught him

I love the trap

Quarter milli on cars and never enough

Couple milli I put it aside

Cop me a villa in Mars

She need ten racks for her ass

And bro I put that on my dargs

My killers still swerving the Rona but that ain't the reason for masks

I fill up the drum in the stick in a way

Spin it back like I′m Target

I sat in my kitchen, I whip in a way

And I′m dropping off white and no garlic

It's a carousel when I′m spinning the tray

Hitter my flights delayed

I told my lil nigga go flex in my Rollie no money to waste

The year has just started and right now

I'm looking for cribs overseas

I′m giving my lady some driving lessons

In a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man

I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face

Now she's saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside

Now I′m flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille

A crib by the port and it's imported, sad, sad

If you knew the truth 'bout that nigga

Then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now

I am the nigga that taught him