Fuckin′ these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designerLil′ mama left me alone, came back and the time's up

Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato

I ain′t on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though

220s on my head, just made it to six-speed

Used to have love for you bitches, now I'm like, "Bitch, please"

Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd

Fuck needin′ a bitch, I'm what a bitch need

230 thousand on the Bentley

So even when it′s dirty, know my shit clean

Got a thick bih, her name's Christina

Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah

Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy

She fuckin' with me ′cause I′m a vibe, my nigga

I spent 25 all on my side bitch

And if I get caught, I'ma deny it

I′ma deny it, I'm a fuckin′ rider

Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire

She strip down like Malia or Maya

And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off

Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers

Money so thick, can′t fold it, I told you

Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover

Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain′t got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil′ mama left me alone, came back and the time's up

Ayy, singin′ to the bank, my money staccato

I ain't on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though

Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?

And if she don't, she probably get it wet, it must be

None of my biddies put no niggas above me

I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me

Couldn′t be a fake nigga if I tried to be

Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course

Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can′t fuck no more

I'm a big money nigga on a jet

Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya

I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set

She was out before the check

Alphabet, I′m a G, fuck her ex, no sweat

To the left, to the left, to the left

Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left

Ayy, I′m on the yachty, I got them thots to the left

She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah

Fuckin′ these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time′s up

Ayy, singin′ to the bank, my money staccato

I ain't on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though