Yeah, yeah, uh
Oh lord, oh lord
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that gon' calmly stunt
I mix ERD with the vetemont
I can hit the thrift and still put it on
Leave a bottom, red lights and Louboutins
Shorty talkin' kinky like what it do
I'm like, come through and let me punish you
Bend that ass over like you skipped in school
And I'm just talkin' *, ain't tryin' to lecture you
I'm about to raise up the decibel
I sneak up on you like an edible
I'm livin' like Mr. Incredible
I treat the JPG like a stretchy suit
I fled to Paris like I did treason
It's fashion week, I ain't gotta have a reason
I love the fashion party, that's open season
Cause I don't swing the way the niggas that you be with
Spittin' hot fire, worldwide sniper
If I like the bitch, I put her in a line
Love a bougie bitch, I like to wear my wallet
And my coat look like I killed ten koalas
Make the silhouette timeless like it's Ralph Lauren
Dress it up and make it real and practice some decorum
These ain't rent-a-forms, tryna get it done
At your big age, graduate from plus ones
Only time I plus one is when I drop my number
Model's brains, I'll put her in a slumber
Said she want my wood, well I got the lumber
Top down in the winter and in the summer
Retail therapy
Drop a bag on your ass, drop a bag on your ass, yeah