Tell you what, don't know
Make the thing shake, but you never shake it
Everything shake like the Emirates city
Harder pan the ground, what a girl look elegant
Body out the bomb, you forever only funds
Feels you do magic, you have another chance
Aesthetic that'll mad me, hope you want it like money
She a rich bitch, that's what she'd sew
Got them French tips with my chin toes
She already lit it, all she need a hood
Half a cent for blanket, we all be close
Never need a gun, never leave a clue
Everything shake, GQ
Self-made, you mind you own a business
Do a business, do a business

A rich bitch, you put the chief in a seat
Gal file never wish, you not tour a secret
Show them the new look
Feel your lips to mature
You cheat on them a volume
You not French, but you're very chic
You not afraid of your delicate
I mean on your body, I'll stush
You mix the blood, club, who's you to get
Your style over the head, set
And your vibe ever rich
Tell a contest, me say collaborate
When I bend over, exaggerate
Make it roll slow, pick your friend up on the way
Roll the thing fast now
Tick-tock
When me say clap it up, don't tap up
You fi roll it like a pro
Direct talk, no indirect
Got big shot
You make the thing shake
But you never shake it, huh
Everything shake like the Emirates city
Snapchat followed them
Like the gal look elegant
Body a the bomb
You forever only fans
Pills, you're the magic
You have no nanny chance
I steady, that a madman
What you wanted?
Like money
She a rich bitch
That's how she'd sew
Got them French tips with my chin toes
Ayy, she already lit it
All she need a hood
Nuff a cent for blicking
We a big close
But never need a
And never leave a clue
Everything shake like
Vogue
Bitch