text: Bangin her back like a back board 
  Keep me some racks in the dashboard 
  New window tint, left it fishbowl 
  Went straight to the pent with a thick ho 
  She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe 
  Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone 
  Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose 
  Spittin game like a player from Perry Home
  I never trust her with my backbone
  And she callin me Daddy when Im home
  Yеs, I graduated from the streets
  Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
  Yеs, I crank up a foreign
  Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
  Yeah, I just landed in her city
  Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on
  She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley
  Im lickin her up, she a hottie, hottie
  Cute face and no waist, this a lotta body
  I knew I would fuck, Im a whole psychic
  Aint say shit, she say, Wunna, you got it, got it
  Mad that Im on, you dont gotta like it
  Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rocket
  Told her come on, bae, we goin shoppin
  Dropped me an album, aint do no floppin
  Livin this life, it feel like Monopoly
  I buy that shit and its private property
  Original, I dont wanna copy
  Oh, she gotta love leave it sloppy-sloppy
  Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi
  We aint got no limit, we bout it, bout it
  Bangin her back like a back board 
  Keep me some racks in the dashboard 
  New window tint, left it fishbowl 
  Went straight to the pent with a thick ho 
  She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe 
  Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone 
  Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose 
  Spittin game like a player from Perry Home
  I never trust her with my backbone
  And she callin me Daddy when Im home
  Yes, I graduated from the streets
  Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
  Yes, I crank up a foreign
  Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
  Yeah, I just landed in her city
  Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on
  Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me
  Ill treat you some girl, keep it lowkey
  Nigga, ever think bout playin with Lil Keed?
  All the slimes know is R.I.P
  Went and got all white and a stain on me
  Yeah, Im havin ties, yeah, M-O-B
  Twin hoes on me so I’m at the DoubleTree
  Bitch sent a drop, told the ho, I might be
  Ridin with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach
  Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat
  Yeah, I put bands on your ho, but your man ever play
  Just know I get him fried like grease
  Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe
  But Gunna want Dior feet, and they twenty Gs
  Trollin you hoes, I dont give a fuck
  You not the on a leash, Im chasin a dream
  Oh, woah, woah, woah
  Put YSL mats on my floors
  Yeah, her head good, yeah, Im curlin my toes
  Gettin real money and I want some more
  These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole
  Plottin on takin, so I gotta drop it low
  Ill waste money whackin then catch a show
  I aint wastin money on me, Im going to the bowl
  Bangin her back like a back board 
  Keep me some racks in the dashboard 
  New window tint, left it fishbowl 
  Went straight to the pent with a thick ho 
  She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe 
  Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone 
  Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose 
  Spittin game like a player from Perry Home
  I never trust her with my backbone
  And she callin me Daddy when Im home
  Yes, I graduated from the streets
  Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
  Yes, I crank up a foreign
  Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
  Yeah, I just landed in her city
  Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on