[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Okay
I got my eyes shut tight
In a Porsche panamara
Riding round town
Yea them cameras always flashing
I know that they can not stand us
You mad cos you can’t get your racks up
Cash up
Cash up
Cash up
I cash up
I cash up
I cash up
X2
(Verse 1)
Ay ay
What you saying
She feels tiny in the shower
Like I’m in 80s stop playing offer me
Gorgeous flawless honestly
Slaying on your knees
Looking up at me
Like you praying to me baby
Girl your body swaying like them palms trees in LA
Baby I’m so roofless like them cars in Beverly
Hills drop top Porsche with front wheels
Louis Vuitton crop top she so ill
I’m so fucked wills
Bbbbaby what’s the deal
I got an angel with a heart of a demon
(?)
She don’t (?) she won’t leave it
(?)she just really need it
No stressin make it look easy
Her exes really tryna be me
Top it I’m aback with her secrets
No game See me when you see me
Track her under the car
Keep talking I know where you are
10 second phone call that’s enough
Location and a soldiers chart
Off topic fuck it I’m expressing
Perfection curse and a blessing
Unread message don’t text me
You don’t know shit about bexey
You don’t know shit about Bexey