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It's not to be happenin' now
What is she about?
What you
I no idea

Oh, up, door open
I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up

I think rich, so I gotta keep my long
Thousand dollar but still got some blue checks on
You gon' jog or you stampede?
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like leaves
Bitch that back talk, I love the way she
We be on the grind, speed, I need an asset
I'm in a circle full of niggas
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' with us
Doors open up Lamborghini
She like way she it, she gon' go up off a Martini
I need it all, don't the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she bob and tell her throat strap

Oh, up, door open
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
be tryna catch up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my (Okay), I can't lay up

If they only knew, what thing do
See a million dollars I think of you
Take my business to the top, dream true
Want me to drop the top, no clouds, sky
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
Pull up on Snoop, a movie when we drive through
Get you some ice, pull it out, you look
A winner, I can see it in your eyes
Don't make our moves too 'cause we strategize
Grade 8, G-shit, when categorize
Spend money then your picture off in private
Put some on my wrist, that's perfect timin'

Oh, pull up, door (Haha)
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
(Don't compete each other, man
Y'all just do the same thing, get the same shit, haha)
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up