Bubbly (with Drake & Travis Scott)
Wheezy outta here
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she fuck with me man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
325 on the dashboard, ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop, and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane (grah, grah)
Could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade
Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (ha)
Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears
And my motherfuckin' chains (chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it
I come through this motherfucker plain (woh)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (yeah)
And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate
And now she ain't talkin' the same (woah, yeah)
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin', the SVR still lookin' deranged (yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same, hit 'em both same time
Both glad that they came (it's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (it's lit)
Area 29, got her lookin' like space
Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit
I came with the snakes no squid (straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin' the fest', I see it, she lovin' the fest' (straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)
YSL'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' hoe wanna meet, ayy
What? What? What? What?
Fuck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh, God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6ix, man, it's bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me-
325 on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
Rockin' her bed and the headboard
What? What? What? What?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she fuck with me man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
325 on the dashboard, ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop, and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane (grah, grah)
Could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade
Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (ha)
Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears
And my motherfuckin' chains (chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it
I come through this motherfucker plain (woh)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (yeah)
And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate
And now she ain't talkin' the same (woah, yeah)
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin', the SVR still lookin' deranged (yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same, hit 'em both same time
Both glad that they came (it's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (it's lit)
Area 29, got her lookin' like space
Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit
I came with the snakes no squid (straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin' the fest', I see it, she lovin' the fest' (straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)
YSL'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' hoe wanna meet, ayy
What? What? What? What?
Fuck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh, God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6ix, man, it's bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me-
325 on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
Rockin' her bed and the headboard
What? What? What? What?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy
Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Jacques Webster, Daveon Lamont Jackson, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Johnny Juliano, Ciaran Mullan, Dylan Taylor Clearly-kell, Ronald Nathan Latour
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