Rottweiler
Yeah, yeah
Pablo Juan
I'm on that MPG shit nigga, Money, Plugs and Guns, man
Go 'head, O
Yeah, Pablo Juan
Danny, I see you
I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion
She fine and get wetter than the ocean
Racks in my pocket and it poke
Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked
Got Louis V cover, my iPhone
I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on
My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam
Finger that pussy, tryna make it home
We do what we want 'cause we grown
Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome
The perc got me fuckin' all night long
Grab that, get head like a comb
Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone
Should see what the ass look like in thongs
Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome
Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on
Don't talk on the phone
We meet out the kitchen and pour out the bottle
She want me to save her, she a supermodel
Suck on the titties like baby bottles
I got my Coupe in the dog house
You pussycat, nigga, I'm rottweiler
Take that bitch to Mars
I am not the father
Got an Audemar drippin' water-water
I'ma live for today not tomorrow
Burberry piece by Tisci Ricardo
Covered in Fiji, my neck by the border
Feelin' like Thug, I might bring out the Barter
Money get me blood, then I get charged
Can't reach me I'm fashionably late
She got ass like a horse in a race
On television, check the Blu-Ray
I be ballin' on 'em like it's 2K
She gimme that toupee
Gotta get to the money, it's a new day
When they hatin', they really just motivate
When I walk in they call me Shanaynay
I got six rings on like MJ
Try to run off I turn 'em Kunta Kinte
Everything Gucci, run straight 'round with dead guys in the Wraith
I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion
She fine and get wetter than the ocean
Racks in my pocket and it poke
Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked
Got Louis V cover, my iPhone
I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on
My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam
Finger that pussy, tryna make it home
We do what we want 'cause we grown
Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome
The perc got me fuckin' all night long
Grab that, get head like a comb
Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone
Should see what the ass look like in thongs
Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome
Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on
Pablo Juan
I'm on that MPG shit nigga, Money, Plugs and Guns, man
Go 'head, O
Yeah, Pablo Juan
Danny, I see you
I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion
She fine and get wetter than the ocean
Racks in my pocket and it poke
Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked
Got Louis V cover, my iPhone
I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on
My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam
Finger that pussy, tryna make it home
We do what we want 'cause we grown
Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome
The perc got me fuckin' all night long
Grab that, get head like a comb
Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone
Should see what the ass look like in thongs
Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome
Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on
Don't talk on the phone
We meet out the kitchen and pour out the bottle
She want me to save her, she a supermodel
Suck on the titties like baby bottles
I got my Coupe in the dog house
You pussycat, nigga, I'm rottweiler
Take that bitch to Mars
I am not the father
Got an Audemar drippin' water-water
I'ma live for today not tomorrow
Burberry piece by Tisci Ricardo
Covered in Fiji, my neck by the border
Feelin' like Thug, I might bring out the Barter
Money get me blood, then I get charged
Can't reach me I'm fashionably late
She got ass like a horse in a race
On television, check the Blu-Ray
I be ballin' on 'em like it's 2K
She gimme that toupee
Gotta get to the money, it's a new day
When they hatin', they really just motivate
When I walk in they call me Shanaynay
I got six rings on like MJ
Try to run off I turn 'em Kunta Kinte
Everything Gucci, run straight 'round with dead guys in the Wraith
I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion
She fine and get wetter than the ocean
Racks in my pocket and it poke
Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked
Got Louis V cover, my iPhone
I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on
My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam
Finger that pussy, tryna make it home
We do what we want 'cause we grown
Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome
The perc got me fuckin' all night long
Grab that, get head like a comb
Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone
Should see what the ass look like in thongs
Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome
Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on
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Writer(s): Sterling Pennix, Dominique Jones, Christopher N'quay Rosser
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