You have no heart! CG. Yeah, yeah, nah.
Balenciagas, yeah, I don't gotta tie 'em. It's a party, man, you're not invited. Smoking this gas, got me flying. She told me that I'm perfect timing. I'm like, "Baby, why you lying?" I can't trust nobody else, that's why I always just keep to myself. I walk in the spot, they're like, "You are the man." Your shawty wants me; that bitch is a fan. She told me that she doesn't got a man. I don't even care; I focus on bands. I'm with Rio, yeah, we're heaven-sent. 27, yeah, we're making bands. Off the pixie dust, like Peter Pan. Shawty hits my phone when she lands.
Y-ah (Ay). Girl, what you see in me? Smoking this reefer, I'm making this greenery. Fucking your bitch, and she says that she's needing me. Don't wanna talk, let's just skip all that speaking, please. She's seen I'm running my bread, getting money. Hurting your feelings? Go cry to your mommy. Designer your outfit, but making no money. Said I'd fall off, but I'm up now, that's funny. Manipulate women 'cause bitches are so dummy. Shawty's so mad, and she says that I'm mean. Walk with a limp, yeah, I carry a beam. Talk all that shit, but you hide through a screen. You don't know. You don't know. You don't know. You don't know, okay.
I'm making money; your bitch is acting funny when she gets around me 'cause I got the cash. You said that you're from the hood, but you are from the suburbs. You already know that's cap. I was down bad for a minute, but now I'm going up and never coming in last. I'm in an SRT, yeah, I'm switching these lanes; you can never go too fast.
Balenciagas, yeah, I don't gotta tie 'em. It's a party, man, you're not invited. Smoking this gas, got me flying. She told me that I'm perfect timing. I'm like, "Baby, why you lying?" I can't trust nobody else, that's why I always just keep to myself. I walk in the spot, they're like, "You are the man." Your shawty wants me; that bitch is a fan. She told me that she doesn't got a man. I don't even care; I focus on bands. I'm with Rio, yeah, we're heaven-sent. 27, yeah, we're making bands. Off the pixie dust, like Peter Pan. Shawty hits my phone when she lands.
