Cheat Code Mode
Off top
YFS
Yo, shit, whattup?
It's easy
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah ooh
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Sex, I be of the drink (sex)
Audemars, took out some links (ayy)
Slime, is you rich, like what you think? (What you think?)
I can't help but pick you up if you sing (woo, woo)
Dirty, AP, Rollie, baby, pick one (ayy)
You are not a gangster if you peek once
I think that I need me a lil' Ritalin
I been gettin' top inside a Bentley
Hit her with a sig
Rose gold shoppin', do you dig? (Dig)
I been on the hair like a wig (wig)
Overseas I think I got a kid (no cap)
I told her don't put AA with me
R.I.P. to Nip, shoutout to sixty (Nip, ayy)
Call me ice cream, she tryna lick me (ayy)
Orange diamonds on me, I'm a Reese's
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Pull up in the 'Rarri
With the top down, niggas salty
And my outfit hella flossy
Gotta look good for paparazzis, yeah
Money, money, money, so much money comin' in
I just write another and then they cut the check again
I got money, money, money, so much money to myself
And my life is on cheat code mode, you could tell, ha!
Dior hankie in my pocket (that's Dior)
In the villa every time I hit the tropics (for sure)
I'm the man now, everybody watchin' (tell them more)
I'ma G, so the only thing I do is profit
Damn
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
911 Maybach matters, she got me tatted
Rich as a bitch but hood is so ratchet
Shawty want the real, these niggas is so cappin'
Hunnid thousands all in ones, don't do plastic
Super red, like I'm over, got her suckin' like she super head
And no friends, no nothin', baby, where you land?
If I can't get the nookie shawtie, where you stayin'?
And I ain't playin'
Niem hit me on the Tec like it's all good
I still want Bernes, face down with her ass up
Patek cost a bag, had to go and get bag up
Rappers talkin' money but niggas ain't pass us
My homies with the win like it's Super Bowl
And I don't want them hoes, they all future hoes
I keep me a dime and I keep a pour
She gon' drop it to the flow when it's her song
Hahaha (for real)
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
YFS
Yo, shit, whattup?
It's easy
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah ooh
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Sex, I be of the drink (sex)
Audemars, took out some links (ayy)
Slime, is you rich, like what you think? (What you think?)
I can't help but pick you up if you sing (woo, woo)
Dirty, AP, Rollie, baby, pick one (ayy)
You are not a gangster if you peek once
I think that I need me a lil' Ritalin
I been gettin' top inside a Bentley
Hit her with a sig
Rose gold shoppin', do you dig? (Dig)
I been on the hair like a wig (wig)
Overseas I think I got a kid (no cap)
I told her don't put AA with me
R.I.P. to Nip, shoutout to sixty (Nip, ayy)
Call me ice cream, she tryna lick me (ayy)
Orange diamonds on me, I'm a Reese's
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Pull up in the 'Rarri
With the top down, niggas salty
And my outfit hella flossy
Gotta look good for paparazzis, yeah
Money, money, money, so much money comin' in
I just write another and then they cut the check again
I got money, money, money, so much money to myself
And my life is on cheat code mode, you could tell, ha!
Dior hankie in my pocket (that's Dior)
In the villa every time I hit the tropics (for sure)
I'm the man now, everybody watchin' (tell them more)
I'ma G, so the only thing I do is profit
Damn
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
911 Maybach matters, she got me tatted
Rich as a bitch but hood is so ratchet
Shawty want the real, these niggas is so cappin'
Hunnid thousands all in ones, don't do plastic
Super red, like I'm over, got her suckin' like she super head
And no friends, no nothin', baby, where you land?
If I can't get the nookie shawtie, where you stayin'?
And I ain't playin'
Niem hit me on the Tec like it's all good
I still want Bernes, face down with her ass up
Patek cost a bag, had to go and get bag up
Rappers talkin' money but niggas ain't pass us
My homies with the win like it's Super Bowl
And I don't want them hoes, they all future hoes
I keep me a dime and I keep a pour
She gon' drop it to the flow when it's her song
Hahaha (for real)
She want a boss, at least
You say I'm a dog, capeesh
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
I be off the drink, yeah
But you know I be soft and geeked
We tryna put that pussy underneath, yeah (ooh)
I'm tryna put that pussy on a leash, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Moses, Michael F. Hernandez, Ugur Tig, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Eric Bellinger, Nieman Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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