I heard them niggas talking 'bout me, but Imma pass
I hit decline if it ain't money, can't offer you a glass
She's bouncing on it like a bunny, just hopping through the glass
Got lot of bitches little homies, I keep my circle tight
Bitch I'm a Lord
Hop aboard
Wearing shit you can't afford
I went so deep up in your girl I think I ruined her vocal chords
I'll ride in Bentleys, not no Fords
I'll put my name up in the Forbes
We getting money, fuck a grade, we do not need them anymore
Couldn't care less 'bout your mans, should've told me in advance
Got your lil bitch on my cell, she's tryna get up in my plans
Niggas talking 'bout a God, but nigga you know I'm that man
Bitches call me a mirage, I disappear in the sand
When she's on the floor she dance, dance, dance
Girl you fucking with my mans, mans, mans
Saw that ass it hit a trans, trans, tans
Marrying me is not a plan, plan, plan
See you got a bad bitch and she dance on it
Say she got a bad friend, gotta put me on it
Imma do it Rose Style, get my nut and dip
But she's tryna hit me up my nigga she don't quit
Hoes in the line and they waiting for money
I'm dripping so hard with the Bape and the Fendi
They tripping on Rose and they trip on the homies
Like I work at McDonald's I double the cheese, Wheez
Got your lil girl on her knees, don't even got to say please
She know how to handle a tease, I love the way that she breathe
Love when she sing it to me, love when she's doing her show
When we get back on the road
Sometimes I call her my wife but niggas they call her a hoe
Nigga you already know
Bitch I'm a Lord
Hop aboard
Wearing shit you can't afford
I went so deep up in your girl I think I ruined her vocal chords
I'll ride in Bentleys, not no Fords
I'll put my name up in the Forbes
We getting money, fuck a grade, we do not need them anymore
