[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Can't trust that bitch, no way, no way, no way, no
Got a young nigga lit
I just turned twenty-two in Turks and Caicos
I got a little problem with tellin' the truth to her
She say I be too annoyin', I put Chanel on the ho
I gotta buy her the whole damn Chanel store
Bussin' these fits since a lil' boy

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Ayy, mix the J's with the double C, you know what I mean?
I'm in a daze, all of this cash got me feel like I'm in a dream
You know I'm supreme
I got family ties like I'm K-Dot and Baby Keem
I got bitches that know what I mean
Toot her up and I fuck on the ting
No way, no way, no way, no way
I ain't never go behind your back
I gotta stand tall and tell you to your face
And I hold it close when a nigga еmbracing
I don't ever gotta chase it
I don't еver gotta talk, came from the pavement
I was always granny's favorite
Got too many Richard Milles to ever have time for a lil' bitty bitch
Got too many plugs in the streets to ever walk around without a stick
Got too many hoes that never have a lil' shorty on top of the dick
Got too many life expenses to ever stop popping my shit
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