It's not to be happenin' now What is she about? What you I have no
Oh, up, door open I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah) be tryna catch up New whip, us Bad bitch, she up No time for the players, On my grind, I lay up
I think rich, so I keep my bucks long Thousand dollar fits but still got some blue on You gon' jog or you gon' We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell good leaves that back talk, I love the way she badass We be on the grind, speed, I need an asset I'm in a circle of cold niggas Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' with us Doors open up like She like way she with it, she go up off a Martini I need it all, don't want the half, I slow step We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and tell her throat
Oh, pull up, door I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah) They be tryna up New whip, us Bad bitch, she up No for the players, haters On my (Okay), I can't lay up
If they knew, what that thing do See a million everytime I think of you Take my to the top, dream come true Want me to the top, no clouds, sky blue Red sixty-one or sixty-nine, Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie when we drive Get you some ice, it out, you look surprise A winner, I can see it in your eyes make our moves too fast 'cause we strategize Grade 8, G-shit, when they Spend that then your picture off in private Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect
Oh, pull up, door (Haha) I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah) They be catch up (Don't with each other, man Y'all just do the same thing, y'all get the shit, haha) New whip, us Bad bitch, she up No for the players, haters On my grind, I lay up