Thought I Was Done Pablo Skywalkin

[Intro]
Ay Lo
Niggas think you fell off dawg
Go & talk that flexin shit
(Fleeeexxxx)

[Pablo Skywalkin]
Wh-Wh-Where the top at?
Let me count stacks then call a bitch on my contacts
I don't want the bitch you can have her
Fuck it disappear like Casper
Ya this car fast but your faster
You ain't see champagne with the cashier?
Thirteen hunnid just bought the last pair, might go broke spendin your last here
I ain't outchea where I'm posed to be, know God watchin over me
I don't wanna drive call the chauffeur please, I remember days with all the cheese
I-I don't need you I know you lyin just don't waste my time
I ain't trickin bitch you out your mind you can't get a dime
Lil bitch I'm so fuckin rich come and suck my dick
Monclair on a joggin fit, I ain't joggin bitch
I-I just wanna fuck open up your leg real wide
And the car all white but its red in the side
Ain't got no BM in your bitch DM, shit I don't care
I'm so young and I'm ballin so they say it's unfair
They say "Damn where your house at?"
I say it's up there by a birds nest
I can't hang with you if you worthless or purpin
I got a shoppin habit got me splurgin
Red bottom shoes pop the cherry on a virgin
Why they put my dawg in that cell? Left me hurtin
And he gon be out real fuckin soon, we still workin