[Chorus: Young Adz] The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him
[Verse 1: Young Adz] Know I get the birds in, fuck a drought Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out I get the money, money from her house Out in a lovely, lovely country town I said, if you care about her, fly her out Go to the Louis store and buy it now I'ma keep pouring 'til I'm running out I just hit it from the back, she scared, she runnin' out Ooh, young and lit, money keep on coming in Ooh, I keep a rock band on standby, pull up and drum that shit Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim, hand on heart, I love this chick Ooh, all them niggas 'round me family, love them on some brother shit
[Verse 2: Central Cee] She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash, I keep on gettin' them flashbacks I was OT so I had to bash, I almost thought about gettin' a cab back Do it like Rico and video that, if we upload it, probably get some backlash Backshots, she got the ripple effect, it's too tense and I can't help but slap that Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet Plan B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet The way that she handle it, this one talented Pum-pum soakin', feel like I'm paddling Back come 'round, I'm a fan of it Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (Oh) Ayo, her doctor working wonders Damn, that's a big circumference (Oh) Get her wet, she don't need no lube On the fortieth floor, you should see the views (Alright) She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad, man, I don't wanna leak your nudes How do I say it without seeming rude? (Huh) I just wanna see if it's cute Shake that back like a video vixen This one here don't wanna be in my tunes She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food Word on the road is Cench get a hundred a show This hoe wan' see if it's true Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more, she said she wanna be with the goons Thought she could hack it, not active, too smoky, now she wanna leave the room
[Chorus: Young Adz] The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him
[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB] I love the trap (Trap) Quarter milli on cars ain't never enough (Enough) Couple milli, I put it aside, cop me a villa in Marbs (In Marbs) She need ten racks for her arse, said, bro, I'll put that on my dargs (That on my dargs) My killers still swervin' the Rona but that ain't the reason for masks (Yeah) I fill up the drum and it's kickin' away, spin it back like I'm target (Yeah) I sat in my kitchen, I'm whippin' away and I'm droppin' off white with no garlic It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the tray, hate when my flight is delayed (Delayed) I tell my lil' nigga, "Go flex in my Rollie, no money to waste" (Waste)
[Chorus: Young Adz] The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
