Bentayga
I wanna count these millions with my baby
Waking up in Balenciaga, That's every day shit
Two bad bitches hop out the new Bentayga
That's that type of shit get these fuck niggas hatin'
I need a re-up
Smokin' too much dope, I need a re-up
Baby, you know I need ya
Like a holster on my side, my favorite feature
Hate to break it to you, gotta break the news, can't be faithful to you
I love chasing paper, gotta break the bank, I like my faces blue
I love bitches, I love Skrilla, I love pints, I love pink and blue strips
I like all the newest shit, and you say you knew this
Bitch, I'm glad you noticed, ah
And you say you focused but you gotta show it, ah
Bae come here right now, meet me in that room
I love freaky hoes, the ones that come in twos
Please don't kill my high, what you tryna do
We could make arrangements, we could have a rendezvous
You say that you got it bad, maybe then I got it too
I could show you things in life your nigga ain't even showed to you
Maybe you could reach your senses, see what you comin' to
I count way more than your man, show me what you thumbin' through
I wanna count these millions with my baby
Waking up in Balenciaga, That's every day shit
Two bad bitches hop out the new Bentayga
That's that type of shit get these fuck niggas hatin'
I need a re-up
Smokin' too much dope, I need a re-up
Baby, you know I need ya
Like a holster on my side, my favorite feature
Waking up in Balenciaga, That's every day shit
Two bad bitches hop out the new Bentayga
That's that type of shit get these fuck niggas hatin'
I need a re-up
Smokin' too much dope, I need a re-up
Baby, you know I need ya
Like a holster on my side, my favorite feature
Hate to break it to you, gotta break the news, can't be faithful to you
I love chasing paper, gotta break the bank, I like my faces blue
I love bitches, I love Skrilla, I love pints, I love pink and blue strips
I like all the newest shit, and you say you knew this
Bitch, I'm glad you noticed, ah
And you say you focused but you gotta show it, ah
Bae come here right now, meet me in that room
I love freaky hoes, the ones that come in twos
Please don't kill my high, what you tryna do
We could make arrangements, we could have a rendezvous
You say that you got it bad, maybe then I got it too
I could show you things in life your nigga ain't even showed to you
Maybe you could reach your senses, see what you comin' to
I count way more than your man, show me what you thumbin' through
I wanna count these millions with my baby
Waking up in Balenciaga, That's every day shit
Two bad bitches hop out the new Bentayga
That's that type of shit get these fuck niggas hatin'
I need a re-up
Smokin' too much dope, I need a re-up
Baby, you know I need ya
Like a holster on my side, my favorite feature
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Writer(s): Tyrell Bland-moore
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