Lyrics:

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