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Intro:
Time to turn the heat up like it’s Bali
Throwing all these bands while we in Follies
Horseman on my emblem, but it’s headless
Roof gone now we driving down to Venice


Chorus:
She so good at what she do I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor
I ain’t f-----g with no white s--t
I don’t trust an OP
So many photos that I cropped


Verse 1:
DNA trappings in my genes, yeah
Bought myself a pair of Balmain jeans, yeah
Remember when I traveled with that ball, yeah
Remember when I sold them that rerock, yeah
Mixing up that Raf with that Margiela
Walking passed my ex now she get jealous
Wait hold on had to put down on that Rari
Wait, hold on, did that VLONE like I’m Bari

Verse 2:
Pull up on the plug let him know I need a pint
Don’t ask for a sip, no, I’m not selling lines
If she coming to the crib then she knows that it’s a quiet ting
Hit it then pass it to my slime
You try to dap me up after the show
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You wanna sip my drink, yeah
You wanna do my blow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Chorus:
She so good at what she do I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor
I ain’t f-----g with no white s--t
I don’t trust an OP
So many photos that I cropped

Verse 3:
I just ordered two more, now I got three different watches
See my haters talking
Make sure that they watching
Real bosses listen, talking money when I’m talking
Outline you in chalk
Raf or Ricky, when I walk in
Wyling like I’m Stone Cold Steve, I f----d a b---h in Austin
Just pass me the rock
I don’t know how much I pop
Listen, Derek, that ain’t wise
88 bullets gon’ drop him
Chicken in the pot
Got your girl watching my c--k
In New York I milly rock
My shooter tote a 30 he can’t hide it in his sock
I am not a rapper, all these other rappers soft
They hoping I fall off
But b---h I’m at the top
I’m just a brown boy from the block

Chorus:
She so good at what she do I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor
I ain’t f-----g with no white s--t
I don’t trust an OP
So many photos that I cropped
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