Stick to the Models

(Aye, bro, is that Jambo?)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Yeah, Pluto

(Run through the clouds man, never, never coming down, never coming down)

Oh, yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch

We can fuck on her together tomorrow

Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah

Gone, I hop on the charter

I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash

Yeah, I'm not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah

Streets get hotter than lava

'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go

I got that view out my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals

Thankin' my Heavenly Father

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down

Had to put up the bottles

'Cause I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah

I'ma just stick to the models

I'ma just stick to the models and hit it

I'ma just stick to the bottle and get it

I can't come up short, I'm goin' to get it

I can't afford to keep all my bitches

I got her laid up, she rare and sadiddy

I got my weight up, been carryin' my city

I've got 5 carats, my ears, they blurry

Pull up, no worry, she know she insured

I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd

I lost the feelin' of drinkin' on syrup

Pull out them M's, my Federal Reserve

Tell you the truth, I got caught on the urge

To tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt

She playin' with no panties, and lil' bitty skirt

I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt

A really rich **** and I'm goin' berserk

Told my bitch to find us a bitch

We can fuck on her together tomorrow

Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah

Gone, I hop on the charter

I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash

Yeah, I'm not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah

Streets get hotter than lava

'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go

I got that view out my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals

Thankin' my Heavenly Father

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down

Had to put up the bottles

'Cause I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah

I'ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin' these pics to the 'Gram

I got some bitches, they lining and up

They wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am

I fuck them gold diggin' bitches

I never will love her or trust her, but pay her

I'm lookin' out for her but I ain't takin' care

She know it ain't no way in hell!

I keep it real with you, keep it real with me

That's how we could do

Don't know how to deal with you

Know how to deal with me

Shawty, you wet as pool

We call it fair game when it come down to my bros and swappin' the hoes

I send my main thing to get your main thing

And we gon' fuck your hoe on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch

We can fuck on her together tomorrow

Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah

Gone, I hop on the charter

I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash

Yeah, I'm not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah

Streets get hotter than lava

'Cause I'm in that mode, everything go, bro

I got that view out my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals

Thankin' my Heavenly Father

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down

Had to put up the bottles

'Cause I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah

I'ma just stick to the models

(I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd)

(I lost the feelin' of drinkin' on syrup)

(Pull out them M's, my federal reserve)

(Tell you the truth, I got caught on the urge)

Two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin' them pics to the 'Gram

Deal with you

Ooh, know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me

Shawty get wet as a pool

Who know how to?