text: Lil shawty on fye
  I need her on my side
  Stuff my Backwood get high
  Complimenting my fly
  I’m dat nigga dat guy
  Fashion Week in NY
  Double C like a spy
  She put double C on her eye
  All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills 
  My bitches coming dressed to kill
  I fuck for hours off a pill
  Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
  I swear my life come wit a bill
  I never had a bitch to keep it real
  So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil 
  Baby let’s go far
  I don’t do slow cars
  Wedding cake in my wood ain’t no gars
  These niggas got no heart 
  I been built for this shit from the start
  She got a good head.... smart
  Cuff like a cop I’m Paul Blart
  Cause I’m in the mood for that 
  She get in her mood fast
  I’m in love wit her rude ass
  She act like da manager make sure da kid neva late
  I hope he don’t get outta pocket cause we neva run out of k’s
  Private plane, private plane baby we don’t do delays
  I’m missin yo face, I ain’t seen u in some days
  Came from Wing Bonz now we eat NoBu now
  I stunt on my old boo now
  These niggas watching me like roku now
  Lil shawty on fye
  I need her on my side
  Stuff my Backwood get high
  Complimenting my fly
  I’m dat nigga dat guy
  Fashion Week in NY
  Double C like a spy
  She put double C on her eye
  All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills 
  My bitches coming dressed to kill
  I fuck for hours off a pill
  Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
  I swear my life come wit a bill
  I never had a bitch to keep it real
  So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil 
  I paid a thousand dollars for a seal
  I took me 2/4 of a pill
  I painted rose gold on the wheels
  I got a new home in the hills
  I put these clothes on and I drip, ahhhhh
  Ima make sure you and yours straight
  Got me some gold on like a ace
  It came wit backward doors, its a Wraith
  I got me 2 lawyers on a case, I got on 2 watches, how Im late?
  Gunna take 2 hoes on a date
  Pockets on sumo, a lot of weight
  Rockin some Balmain by the way
  Swear I need all mine I cant wait
  Had to put diamonds in my face
  Gunna a YSL renegade
  Livin in Miami for a day
  I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth
  Smokin Gelato, not the haze
  Bitch is a freak she let me fuck her face
  Gunna a playa, I dont gotta pay
  Lil shawty on fye
  I need her on my side
  Stuff my Backwood get high
  Complimenting my fly
  I’m dat nigga dat guy
  Fashion Week in NY
  Double C like a spy
  She put double C on her eye
  All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills 
  My bitches coming dressed to kill
  I fuck for hours off a pill
  Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
  I swear my life come wit a bill
  I never had a bitch to keep it real
  So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil