Fuckin′ these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designerLil′ mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain′t on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though
220s on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you bitches, now I'm like, "Bitch, please"
Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd
Fuck needin′ a bitch, I'm what a bitch need
230 thousand on the Bentley
So even when it′s dirty, know my shit clean
Got a thick bih, her name's Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy
She fuckin' with me ′cause I′m a vibe, my nigga
I spent 25 all on my side bitch
And if I get caught, I'ma deny it
I′ma deny it, I'm a fuckin′ rider
Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can′t fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain′t got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil′ mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin′ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though
Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?
And if she don't, she probably get it wet, it must be
None of my biddies put no niggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me
Couldn′t be a fake nigga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can′t fuck no more
I'm a big money nigga on a jet
Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I′m a G, fuck her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I′m on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
Fuckin′ these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time′s up
Ayy, singin′ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain′t no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever′s inside though
