LYRICS GAME

What's up, my crazy girl?

I'm gonna pick you up

Put on something really badass

There's paparazzi in the restaurant

Today's is from Japan

Yesterday one talked to me in French

Sex is the language

Taking a lap around the block

I work it even in Chanel

I've got my mind in sport mode

Your envy isn't gonna catch me

Even though I have over a million

I'm always gonna return to the hood

All my people know

Magazine loaded

Triple H in the ring

I always go all-in

New York City with the teens

Stacked, listening to the kings of the street

Bagging a babe who's rolling through the valley

This flow won't come out for you no matter how much you practice it

We've got more tricks than Inspector Gadget, ayayai

She moves it, moves it on the pole

I always fill up the bucket

She passes me the smoke from her hookah

She had a girlfriend

And I like her like that, kinda b*tchy

She calms down with the d-

I hit it daily, I'm Eddie Dee

I've got a party at home, welcome to my crib

Oh, God, oh, God

What could it be? What could it be?

Could it be that I've got a badass flow?

Espresso martini, the Bugatti

And the Mille is tourbillon

I suck you from the p*ssy to the a*s

Use my face as a chair

Climb on, I know what you need

What's up, my crazy girl?

I'm gonna pick you up

Put on something really badass

There's paparazzi in the restaurant

Today's is from Japan

Yesterday one talked to me in French

Sex is the language

Taking a lap around the block

I work it even in Chanel

I've got my mind in sport mode

Your envy isn't gonna catch me

Even though I have over a million

I'm always gonna return to the hood

All my people know

I f*cked your lady and the fame

Weekend, it's a couple of b*tches

We f*ck and ghost

What a pair of hammers

I make her suck, suck, suck

Stretch it the hard way, don't call here anymore

Mess with Yan, your plans get f*cked

If you f*ck with everyone, the caimans eat you, yeah

Four contracts, no cash on a plate

The details on the bill, babe, I don't share them

I'm a pitcher, even Bad Bu knows it

I leveled up, I'm already Rambo level

I lick you in my Lambo, I lick your p*ssy

In Las Vegas kissing her, what's going on?

Enjoying it in the room

Cutting the pill into two halves

She says she paints, but to me she paints and snorts

I look in the mirror and what I see is a rockstar

But I'm a trapstar, I want a pornstar

I've got the cake, that's why she hops on

Motherf*cker, you don't pull them off

Breaking up weed on a ten-thousand check

With two hundred wh*res they get happy

She misses this d*ck, she misses my S

But I'm into music, p*ssy and flex

Ayai, ayai

Block motherf*cker, motherf*cker