[Intro]
Tuned up
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Put her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell 'em sit down
They hate the fact that I'm with you, they know they missed out
They hate the fact they missed out, they know you be dripped out
Take you out your mama home, then move you to a big house
They hate the fact you dripped out, they know they just missed out
Your friends be in our business, tell them hoes they need to sit down
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
It's 9 a.m., she call my phone, tryna see who's staying with me
I pull up drop-top, grippin' on the chrome, it ain't no playing with me
Baby girl, I'm gone, on, on, I might get in trouble this week
But when I come back, get you new Chanel, that new double C
I see Miami, you and me, on South Beach in the breeze
Two-door coupe, that Mercedes
Get on the cruise, then go out east
Baby, I need your love like codeine
Addicted to you, no dope fiend
But you so marvelous, I'm your king, yeah, yeah
Johnny Dang your neck and wrist
Plain jane, we don't really do this
Switching lanes, double R my bitch, yeah
Wait, they really hate the fact you made it
Keep a roll on 'em, stay focused, don't let 'em take it
Tuned up
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Put her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell 'em sit down
They hate the fact that I'm with you, they know they missed out
They hate the fact they missed out, they know you be dripped out
Take you out your mama home, then move you to a big house
They hate the fact you dripped out, they know they just missed out
Your friends be in our business, tell them hoes they need to sit down
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
It's 9 a.m., she call my phone, tryna see who's staying with me
I pull up drop-top, grippin' on the chrome, it ain't no playing with me
Baby girl, I'm gone, on, on, I might get in trouble this week
But when I come back, get you new Chanel, that new double C
I see Miami, you and me, on South Beach in the breeze
Two-door coupe, that Mercedes
Get on the cruise, then go out east
Baby, I need your love like codeine
Addicted to you, no dope fiend
But you so marvelous, I'm your king, yeah, yeah
Johnny Dang your neck and wrist
Plain jane, we don't really do this
Switching lanes, double R my bitch, yeah
Wait, they really hate the fact you made it
Keep a roll on 'em, stay focused, don't let 'em take it
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