Jean dress babe comes out the closet

Pockets they slap it ain't cheesy

Made me feel guilty so all the shit I'm receiving

Your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills I told her to stay with my sweetest

Told her the entry is keyless I'm getting paid to go on the mic

And I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me ***** it

Feel like a champ I got them Louis V pants

And they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet I got on them Travis Scott dogs

I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan then they gon' hop out the van

And take you for whatever you got

My bitch is tan I'm on the yacht on them carbo

Got villas that take up the block when I get geek

Fuck around tell her I love her but I really use her for sex

Let her be free

I ain't gon' catch no feelings I'm catching a flight in a jet

She try to leave me no I'm not taking it easy

Fuck on her friend she upset

Knew I was smart my teachers ain't think I'd achieve

Give a fuck about passing the test

They wanna be me million and drivers believe me

Got rigs I could buy a Patek

I'm flicking dusty I got some demons so trust me

Keeping my foot on they neck where do I start

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