Precision SoFaygo (Ft. Don Toliver)

[Intro]
(We love you, Tecca)

[Chorus: SoFaygo]
Max out on these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (Yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (Yup)
I knew I was not trippin', yeah, I knew I was hot, need a mit, yeah
I knew I was gon' be the one, yeah, I knew I would go to the sun, yeah

[Verse 1: SoFaygo]
Got rocks on my wrist and they crushed (Yeah)
I step in and makе a ho blush (Huh)
He said he want smoke, hе a Dutch (Huh)
She said that she good, she a slut (Yeah, go)
D—D—Don't believe it (Yeah, yeah), don't believe it (Yeah, yeah)
Start the whip (Yeah, yeah), crank the Demon
Know I been gone for a while but, baby, I'm holding it down (Ah)
How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles?
Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own isle
You—You can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (Ah, pow, pow, yeah)

[Bridge: SoFaygo]
Bitch I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch
I put five band on your fit
My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit
Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking RAF
Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag
(Woo, pow, woo, woo, pow)