Pinocchio Mood (Ft. ​iann dior)

[Intro: The Mood]
I can't tell it, uh
I can't tell a lie, ayy (Skrrt, what?)
I can't tell it (Loesoe goin' crazy)
I won't tell a (Slatt)

[Chorus: The Mood & iann dior]
I can't tell a lie (Y'dig), uh, I got Gucci shirt on
And it cost a lot, yeah, I couldn't tell a lie (No)
I won't tell a soul (No), and these niggas jealous, yeah
I think it's 'cause they broke, I'm flexing in Margielas, yeah
I'm takin' all the hoes
Ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show
Yeah, we at the telly, if she ain't gon' fuck, then we can't go, ooh
And my drip is too exquisite (Yeah-yeah, ooh), yeah
And I'm fuckin' on his ho, I'm in her throat (Yeah)

[Verse 1: iann dior]
I can't trust a soul (Nah)
Ice, it turned me cold (Rah)
They gon' bite the flow, whoa (Whoa)
Pull up to the show (Mmm)
Xanny'll make you retarded (Yeah)
I'ma just push it to start it (Skrrt)
Hop in the whip, takin' off like a rocket
Trust, won't do that with no one, no, not often (Y'dig?)
And we makin' moves (Yeah)
Look at how I move
Don't talk often, but she comin' through
What we finna do?
Hop in it, I splash (Splash)
Run it like a track
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I spent it and make it back ([?])