Me and Weezy, that's the way Bitch, do it up, I say she on frontline Come through like a soldier Now that you got my attention You about to get put on suspension If I see the greed Like I'm a part of the licks You got 21 chains on my neck Had to go Dominique Break the codeine Roll up a leaf I *** on this bitch Now she's so boss Stella McCartney I'm drippin' so nerdy My feet was a birdie And long that was it Talk a few bells Oh yeah, that's it Birdin' that Rodeo Oh yeah, that's it I can put it on the scale Oh yeah, that's it Rollin' that Chanel Like a player, that's it Rainbow Rollie I know that's it Got a bisexual girl, that's it Do it professional, girl, that's it Treat me like a male Oh yeah, that's it Put on a jacket Declare that's it She got no face And for me, that's it I'm pullin' her hair Every time, that is it She don't wear no underwear In my crib Every time I'm in it You know I'm gon' slip Touchin' on the water Start matchin' my wrist Off her ex Build a lil' exorcist I ain't never tell her What's ready for this Me and Weezy, that's the way Threw the ice in this platinum I did a 180 I went up the wrong way Look at the bells It was twinklin' Glistenin' shine She gon' need you Some sunblock Thousands of grams Of grams And certified stars That came on the time clock All in my world These coyotes We stickin' together We comin' like Chi-Town Put a tracker on that bitch If you love her Cause she comin' through Like a goon squad I put it on And it's over I got different designers All over Coupes on coupes Top to top Off the Rolls Royce Truck, you know It's gon' be over Bitch, do it over I say she young Front line Comin' through Like a soldier I walk around Movin' so sneaky My side chick Vinny Need my body graffiti She tryna blow off my mind She tryna get my release Yeah Brought her Chanel number nine Now my girl smile like a peach Yeah This ain't my second piece Don't do you again No AM at your T We AM at your 50 We upgrade our top As we upgrade our bitch The guns that we got Ain't two seconds No minutes I got 2 million on my chest Bitches line up like a contest Smokin' on keys She so icy I don't get my checks Like Nike Miley off white It's light sky Counting on Mula To get to the top It's light sky Counting on Mula Like Weezy Oh baby I walked in a jewel And I had to go crazy Surfed in a bitch On a Lulu Now she wanna go Do voodoo Rich *** Bliss Young house Shoot I trap every day Like the rich Trap For a million Rich meal gloves Put a little ice In this platinum I didn't want 80 I went up the wrong way Look at the bells And they twinkle And glisten And shine You gon' need Some sunblock Put a tracker On that bitch if you love her Cause she coming through Like a goon squad I put it on And it's over I got different designers All over Coupes on coupes Top to top Off the Rolls Royce truck You know it's gon' be over Bitch do it over I say she young Front line come through Like a soldier
