Lyrics:

My favorite b- just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah)
It's probably one of her lil' messy hatin' - friends being evil
I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grindin' it, I'm a real pleaser
60 h- in New York havin' dinner
Bottega send it to me soon as they get it
I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter
Make sure everybody sit comfortable
You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'
She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
They know we can't be f- with, nann one of us
It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not falling
Brabus, baby blue the inside too, I'm feeling like a kid again
They thought I got lucky last time, f- it, I'm back on that sh- again
Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly, got it chocolate to match her skin
I just gave bruh a hundred - of wham, told him, 'Tell the city it's in'
Majority of the time, I 'Hi' and 'Bye,' these n-
I ain't with all that locking in sh=
Money over everything, try to stop it
You get popped right then and there
Message thread full of, 'Where you ats?' and 'Pull up on me'
Bunch of 'whens and wheres'
Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance
All they care about is who they -
I was tryna keep that sh- in order
It got harder 'cause I'm never there
It's a better life out here
I promise, brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear
I know how it feel to spin a -
But it feel way better to count a million
I come from the bottom of the bottom
I shot right up through the f- ceiling
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out
Heyyy
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out
Heyyy
This her first time comin' to my house
Heyyy
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out
Heyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyy
This her first time comin' to my house
Heyyy
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs
Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up
Take some, only when you need it
You won't make it far bein' greedy
My grandma taught me how to be a leader
If we fly commercial, we got greeters
They just know that we important people
They see how we comin', think we ghetto
Until they children tell 'em I'm their hero
Flight attendant said I look familiar
Crack a smile, tell her, 'It's a small world'
Oh, that's your b-? That's my h- too
We gon' share her, call her, 'Our girl'
Real street music, I ran that field
If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl
Get yo' lick back, come step in my world
Two b- on the same itinerary
The same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet
One of 'em don't say nun, the other askin', 'Do we go together yet?'
Young turnt n-, ain't no holding back
This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon
I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that
I don't think I met a n- colder yet, like
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out
Heyyy
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out
Heyyy
This her first time comin' to my house
Heyyy
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out
Heyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyy
This her first time coming to my house
Heyyy
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs