OHMAMI (With Maggie Lindemann)

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling

Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

Yeah (Woah)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, yeah

Cuban link, diamond cross

I got a Spanish chiquita

"No habla inglés", not at all, no

Cut up three lines like Adidas

She clean that shit up with her nose

And I got a kilo, no Kilimanjaro

Baby, just a mountain of coke

Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari

Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner

Then she bent it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah

Uh, woah

Ooh, mami, I got blue Molly

I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yuh

I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah

Yeah, woah

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, no, no, no, oh

Yuh

Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it

Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it

Make you get down on your knees

Can't always have what you please

This bitch ain't comin' for free

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopes

Drippin' in Prada, get caught up in the snow

Bonnie and Clyde, you know I carry a knife

You should be scared for your life

'Cause you know I don't play nice

Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari

Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner

Now, now bend it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah

Yeah, woah

Ooh, oh my

I don't wanna take this call

I'm too high; red eyes

She might even take the fall if I ask her

Baby, pop it backwards

Acting extra, but she never been an actress, yeah

Ah, shit

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah, woah

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah

Oh, shit

I said, I said, "Ooh mami, this a new 'Rari"

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, I don't need no stylist

All of my dogs, they be wildin'

Shit

Fuck a double date

Double-down on everything I say

You can bring your friend, but she don't get to stay

Guarantee she'll end up leaving anyway

Never play, dog, watch out

Dark flames when my doors swing out

Switch lanes on a one-way route

Switchblade make your blood pour out

Make it rain in a drought

Hop in, hop out

Motherfucker, get down when I say, "Down"

Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds

Drop shit, pop wheelies; fuck a breakdown

I don't give a—

Bitch, I'ma slide either way

Please do not try me today

I see the static from a mile away

She wanna fuck me, "Okay"

She wanna know how it tastes

Yuh, yuh

Fuck all that talking, I'm restless, yuh

I pray that I don't get arrested

Pray that she wake up for breakfast

Pray that she wake up for breakfast