Lyrics

Kicking her out, don't reply to the post
Turn up the knob, like I'm back out the door
This ain't dramatic, I'm actually floating
Bitch get ecstatic, start doing the most
(Look at'em)
Chains start to clang, like a fork and a bowl
Swerving the whip, like a fork in the road
Been on a wave, like I'm rocking a boat
If I'm a choice, then you already chose
Man to man, I been getting back in my zone
This shit ain't magic, no tricks in my coat
Say he gone quit, just to fill up a cup
Bitch'll relapse, like I'm actually dope
I'm at her neck, like a mack, I'm Jerome
Choppin, this shit an immaculate flow
Bitch I'm a animal, actual goat
I'm all in they status, they actually quoting
Hanging out west, Calabasas the smoke
Bitch down to earth, but to classy for coke
Keep quoting all my bars when she caption her post
I ran up that bag, now my calves kinda sore
Fill my styrofoam cup, but ain't making no toast
I'm good with the bread, Ima stay with a loaf
She too dramatic, emotionally open
I calm her anxiety, I'm latched in her throat
Might need a needle, to tap a syringe
Tie yourself up, 'cause I'm actually dope
I see your move, when you see me around
I look like money, you actually broke
Out on a boat, cloud full of smoke
Thousands for sure, I could count, but I wont
I drink too much, think I drown, but I float
Addicted to money it's time for a dose
Kicking her out, don't reply to the post
Turn up the knob, like I'm back out the door
This ain't dramatic, I'm actually floating
Bitch get ecstatic, start doing the most
(Look at'em)
Chains start to clang, like a fork and a bowl
Swerving the whip, like a fork in the road
Been on a wave, like I'm rocking a boat
If I'm a choice, then you already chose
Man to man, I been getting back in my zone
This shit ain't magic, no tricks in my coat
Say he gone quit, just to fill up a cup
Bitch'll relapse, like I'm actually dope
I'm at her neck, like a mack, I'm Jerome
Choppin, this shit an immaculate flow
Bitch I'm a animal, actual goat
I'm all in they status, they actually quoting
Straight up out the cut, call the doctor
Saw'em pouring mud in a bottle
Saw'em pour a ton in the bottom
20 floors up, call the models
20 stories up, I'm in trouble
Got'em throwing ones, this a brothel
Yea
Pretty women rock Balenciaga
Not a doctor, but I can fix the problem
Leather hat, it might be stitched in Prada
Yea
A Baby bottle, I might just sip a toddler
You hang with me tonight, then we a item
Plates with steak and rice from Benihana
Yea
Why you always gotta tell'em, next time
You ain't got no style, why you cramp mine
Why you come with no panties, this the second time
In the big body, whipping on a fork lift
I don't fuck with everybody, it's a short list
You only around 'cause you gorgeous
So is she baby, that was short lived
Louis backpack on like Dora
It's a whole lot of shit I ain't explored yet
Ammunition to the left when I'm recording
I fuck with her, tryna teach a **** Forex
Everyday damn near a celebration
'Cause the whole game pouring up Moet
Know some young **** stepping on anything
And they be at your door by the door mat
Straight up out the cut, call the doctor
Saw'em pouring mud in a bottle
Saw'em pour a ton in the bottom
20 floors up, call the models
20 stories up, I'm in trouble
Got'em throwing ones, this a brothel
Yea
Pretty women rock Balenciaga
Not a doctor, but I can fix the problem
Leather hat, I might be stitched in Prada
Yea
A Baby bottle, I might just sip a toddler
You hang with me tonight, then we a item
Plates with steak and rice from Benihana
Yea
Written by: Brandon Tyler, Jarvis Garner
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