[Chorus] I know that you don’t need me I just want you to know that I don’t need you either And I’ve got so many hoes, that’s easy breather I tell her suck it, she get on her knees and please me They love my demeanor, they know I be cleaner They know I be fresher, pulled up in that Tesla I put that bitch in the figure four like I’m a wrestler Now that Farrack on the dresser I think I wanna go get a new Murcielago I can not ride no compressor
[Verse 1] Bitch I ride I don’t play How do you want it, cream lil bae ey Everyday wake up, eat steak And I be havin’ my way Better stay out of my way Went to LA and I made me a place I want a mill in the safe I can not let up, I can’t put on breaks You know I speed it up just like a race Leavin’ police with no trace Chill with my brother, my ace Used to be booked, now we in estates Everyday my birthday, need me a cake I gotta go, I can’t wait And bitches so bad but I don’t got no time Gotta go get, I’m goin’ for his mind My bitches stay and my bitches stay She lick like a horse from behind Dare you to come in my trap I want to show you under a nine [?] you’ll be out of your mind I am [?], but I’m out of time
[Chorus] I know that you don’t need me I just want you to know that I don’t need you either And I’ve got so many hoes, that’s easy breather I tell her suck it, she get on her knees and please me They love my demeanor, they know I be cleaner They know I be fresher, pulled up in that Tesla I put that bitch in the figure four like I’m a wrestler Now that Farrack on the dresser I think I wanna go get a new Murcielago I can not ride no compressor
[Verse 2] Right now I’m in my prime I put that shit on the table Told her to snort a line Niggas be actin’ fake crazy Really be droppin’ them dimes I’m in New York I’ve got a gun on me, I could face a lot of time Busta ass ain’t havin’ no ride That’s sad, it [?] me when I ride Strapped with that beam, don’t lose your life [?] all of my stripes You better adapt or you gonna lose your life Feel ya boy yet, ‘till you see the other side Definition of a ryda, eight legs like a spider Worldwide like I’m Tyga Benjamin Franklin’ my idol And I go [?] with fifties We get that cash on our rivals All of my niggas some goblins You can Gotham, we like Batman and Robin
[Chorus] I know that you don’t need me I just want you to know that I don’t need you either And I’ve got so many hoes, that’s easy breather I tell her suck it, she get on her knees and please me They love my demeanor, they know I be cleaner They know I be fresher, pulled up in that Tesla I put that bitch in the figure four like I’m a wrestler Now that Farrack on the dresser I think I wanna go get a new Murcielago I can not ride no compressorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
