Bestie
Two-fifty on the dash so they probably miss me, huh
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, huh
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
She know it ain't no talking, no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothing, even though I got money, she grinding
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shorty since Robins
She ain't gotta call, keys to the apartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a thank you
That's why she shotgun when I'm doing, uh
Two-fifty on the dash so they probably miss me, huh
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, huh
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
Huh, you know how I'm coming, it ain't tricking if you got it
You can use my budget and I promise I won't finish
Until you start cumming, you can use my love
After you use my number you can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiris so you know I fucked her
Rocking fly shit only, she get all that from me
Yeah, her Moncler furry, Louis V her luggage
Showing off in public, yeah, I love it
Two-fifty on the dash so they probably miss me, look
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, look
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
She know it ain't no talking, no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothing, even though I got money, she grinding
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shorty since Robins
She ain't gotta call, keys to the apartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a thank you, uh
That's why she shotgun when I'm doing, uh
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
No
No
No, no
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, huh
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
She know it ain't no talking, no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothing, even though I got money, she grinding
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shorty since Robins
She ain't gotta call, keys to the apartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a thank you
That's why she shotgun when I'm doing, uh
Two-fifty on the dash so they probably miss me, huh
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, huh
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
Huh, you know how I'm coming, it ain't tricking if you got it
You can use my budget and I promise I won't finish
Until you start cumming, you can use my love
After you use my number you can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiris so you know I fucked her
Rocking fly shit only, she get all that from me
Yeah, her Moncler furry, Louis V her luggage
Showing off in public, yeah, I love it
Two-fifty on the dash so they probably miss me, look
How can you catch up to me? You in a six-speed, look
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you be okay
She know it ain't no talking, no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothing, even though I got money, she grinding
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shorty since Robins
She ain't gotta call, keys to the apartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a thank you, uh
That's why she shotgun when I'm doing, uh
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
No
No
No, no
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Edward Blair, Nick Monson, Kyle Michael Edwards, Chris Thomas Barnett, Larus Arnarson, Sean Fischer, Derrick Carrington Gray, Artist J. Dubose, Eesean Bolden, Shaun Thomas, Curtis Anthony Jackson Ii, Daud Ramiz Carter, Michael 0 Mchenry
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