Bedspread Landstrip Chip (Ft. Latto)

[Intro]
(808 Pound)

[Chorus: Landstrip Chip]
Shawty say it's her birthday, told her, "Pop this Perc 10"
Fuckin' on all her bestfriend, top floor at the West Inn
Say that she from the Eastside (East)
Told her meet me in the West end (Yeah)
Baby, don't miss your blessings
Six hunnid dollars on headbands (Headbands)
Louis Vuitton heels, gon' make her legs spray (Legs)
You can take your heart, your soul gon' be in my bedspread (Bed, yeah, yeah, bed)

[Verse 1: Landstrip Chip]
Got millions of dollars sittin' in my text threads (Texts)
Count hunnids after hunnids 'til my flesh red (Red)
You still don't give a fuck about what she say (Shе)
You still gon' suck me up untill your knees red (Yeah)
Baby, don't takе it personal (No)
Got out of my feelings, I ain't hurt no more (No)
You were the one of one, this dirty mode (Dirty)
You know the line been wrapping 'round the door (Yeah, yeah)
Promise you gon' be fine
You ain't mine but baby girl, you're still a dime (Dime)
We walk in the Christian Dior store, I'm droppin' a dime (A dime)
Just leave your feelings at the door, I ain't got the time (No, no)