Dubai
Birds behind the love seat
Playin the trap like rugby
Shit could get ugly
I'm not no dummy
Shit could get scary
She think that she love me
If I fuck her than she lucky
Swag on overseas
Whip on overseas
But these Hoes on dummy
Smokin gelato
It's smellin musty
Just hit the lotto
These bands all on me
My brotha beside me
He keepin it on him
The way I'm throwing bows
I think I'm Eli Manning
Just hit a play
On a pint and some xannys
You woulda thought I was cappin
The way she move the birds
She flexin like magic
Speed race to the bag
It's a chase
It's a vibe
The opps not outside
They can't come outside
How you my brother and you not down to ride
Cut family ties
2 Bitches side to side
I never lied
She might take a trip to the other side
If I get her channel high
Bitch I'm spaceboy
I'm to damn high
Jet lag in Dubai
Bust down a diamond ring
And count my fettuccini
Came up from food stamps
Now im chasin the linguini
Swear I seen shit that you wouldn't believe it
(Swear I seen shit that you wouldn't believe it)
She only top me on the weekend
We on some dumb shit
Might go slump shit
U could up it but you ain't bussin
She just frontin
I got that thot bussin
I'm rockin Amiri
Mix wit givenchy
Buss down my jewelry
This shit ain't new to me
You a rookie to me
Yo Ice look fu to me
Please stop the foolery
If it's up then it's up with me
Shorty got blessed
When she suckin me
I ain't got no limits like master p
Remember hustling
Off a galaxy
Playin the trap like rugby
Shit could get ugly
I'm not no dummy
Shit could get scary
She think that she love me
If I fuck her than she lucky
Swag on overseas
Whip on overseas
But these Hoes on dummy
Smokin gelato
It's smellin musty
Just hit the lotto
These bands all on me
My brotha beside me
He keepin it on him
The way I'm throwing bows
I think I'm Eli Manning
Just hit a play
On a pint and some xannys
You woulda thought I was cappin
The way she move the birds
She flexin like magic
Speed race to the bag
It's a chase
It's a vibe
The opps not outside
They can't come outside
How you my brother and you not down to ride
Cut family ties
2 Bitches side to side
I never lied
She might take a trip to the other side
If I get her channel high
Bitch I'm spaceboy
I'm to damn high
Jet lag in Dubai
Bust down a diamond ring
And count my fettuccini
Came up from food stamps
Now im chasin the linguini
Swear I seen shit that you wouldn't believe it
(Swear I seen shit that you wouldn't believe it)
She only top me on the weekend
We on some dumb shit
Might go slump shit
U could up it but you ain't bussin
She just frontin
I got that thot bussin
I'm rockin Amiri
Mix wit givenchy
Buss down my jewelry
This shit ain't new to me
You a rookie to me
Yo Ice look fu to me
Please stop the foolery
If it's up then it's up with me
Shorty got blessed
When she suckin me
I ain't got no limits like master p
Remember hustling
Off a galaxy
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Writer(s): Ned Susic
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