A$$ Gunna

[Chorus]
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen

[Verse 1]
Pull up in a drop-top looking all clean
And I got on Off-White looking like cream
She say she wanna fuck and suck me with no strings
Leaning on the X tryna balance it with weed
Think about flying to Belize
Take a nigga bitch and I let her fly with me
But I will never ever ever let her get between
Mob ties
New lights on the Benz looking cock eyed
On the southside
In the coupe sippin' lean, eating Popeyes
Got a Glock
Young nigga MOB had to pop off
Shit'll get hostile
Make a nigga her star
Any given time and
Rolls Rolex not the Timex
She living like an omelet
Word on the street nigga I'm next
Whip it like a Pyrex
I can take a lot of jets
Fuck a ho, we gon' have a lot of sex
We gon' count a lot of checks