[Verse 1: Kap G] I wanna hit from behind While you take a couple lines Gimme good brain like Einstein I know you heard it's my time You see my people keep dyin' And it don't make New York Times This shit like Math and Division You gotta carry the nine She say, "Hey, do you do lines?" I say, "No, I don't do lines" She say, "Can I be your wife?" I say, "No, just do my guys" My partner's trappin' the zips The nicks, and even the dimes Can't even trust your best friend I swear these niggas so slime I hate when bitches be lyin' I love when bitches be fine Just 'cause you sippin' the lines Don't mean you spittin' your rhymes I keep the baddest, the Spanish, and fattest up in V Live I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha
[Verse 2: Kap G] Oh baby, you so fine I might make you one of mine That's why you don't even be tryin' That lips and don't wear design She freaky pull out my jawn She freaky pull out my jawn I gotta close all my blinds I get more head than salons She say, "Hey, do you do lines?" I say, "No, I don't do lines" She say, "Can I get the steak?" I say "Go 'head, get the prime" My partner's throwin' gang signs My vato's throwin' gang signs They say these hoes be for everybody That's cool, they not mine I'm screamin' free all the guys You seen the pain in our eyes The police, they a disguise They KKKing for life I just might take your advice Finesse and shootin' some dies I promise she ain't my type You better go get your wife
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha
[Verse 3: Kap G] Cleopatra's in my bathroom doin' lines Yeah, my ex bitch ask how I'm doin', I'm doin' fine Yeah, my shoe designed by Louis Vuitton I take a trip out to Milan She actin' new like Jimmy Neutron She topped me in the Uber She said, "Do you do lines?" I said, "No I don't do lines" I said, "Baby, are you blind?" Look there's a cork in my wine Just like support, girl, I grind I'm tryna stack dollar signs I hit that bitch without tryin' I hit that bitch from the spine
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gichaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
