Like Me YFN Lucci & Bandhunta Izzy

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
(Pooh, you're a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
Yeah, hey (Oh-oh)
(Hitmaka)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Worldwide, nigga, who can stop me? (Stop me)
From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee)
Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin’ feisty (Yeah)
Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo)
Shawty said she want a real nigga, rich nigga like me, yeah
The type to swipe the card, ain't no nigga like me, yeah
Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah
Shawty said she want a real nigga like me

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Look, I come from the dirt, far from a church
I pulled up first, I buy Birks
I pop Percs, lift up her skirt
I put in work, she give me head, that girl a nerd
I can’t get played, I can't get hurt
I got her legs all on my shoulder, I put in work, look
Dime after dime, I spent, time after time, I sinned
Ridin' 'round drop-top in my Benz
Ridin' 'round with my Glock in my hand
The block ain't get no one-night stand
Fuck I look like, Stan?
Fuck I look like, Pam?
Look, ayy, ain't it funny how them hoes hated?
I just got a whole ’nother Cuban and it ain’t gold-plated
That's a whole ’nother eighty