[Intro]
Who that dropped again? Who that dropped again?
You can tell by the way they dress I’m the latest trend
Don't let that go over your head, let that sink in (Run that back, Turbo)
Have 'em chop your dread, let that sink in
[Chorus]
Whip that Lamborghini, the two seater, like I drag (Drag)
I can put some Pucci on her coochie, yeah I'm nasty (Nasty)
I've been givin' them love all my career, this year I'm taxin' (This year I'm taxin')
Don't let that go over your head, let that sink in
Have 'em chop your dread, let that sink in
Ten million on the check, all I need is a pen
Nigga, I bеtter get rest, and my patiеnce thin
You can tell by the way they dress I’m the latest trend
I don't care if she pretty in the face, that shit don't make her a ten
When you built off faith, your shit don't break or bend
[Verse 1]
Know this shit be fake, you still gon' take a chance (Take a chance)
But they let me cook with the pots and pans (Pots and pans)
We comin' in second quarter, I'm 'bout to hit the gas (Skrrt)
I've been keepin' shit cordial, I be ‘bout to crash (‘bout to crash)
Twenty-four inch Forgis on a black sedan (Yeah)
From shoppin' on Mr. Porter, now I go shop in France (Go shop in France)
One-of-one jeans from Gucci, these ain't Dapper Dan (Nah)
Let these niggas be goofy, I got a master plan
Got my feet kicked up, I'm kickin' like Jackie Chan (Wah)
Fifteen hundred or nothing, I got a pack from Rance
Connects 'cross the border that I can call on hand (Call on hand) [Chorus]
Don't let that go over your head, let it sink in (Sink in)
Have 'em chop your dread, let that sink in (Sink in)
Ten million on the check, all I need is a pen (Yeah)
Nigga, I better get rest, and my patience thin
You can tell by the way they dress on the latest trend
I don't care if she pretty in the face, that shit don't make her a ten
When you built off faith, your shit don't break or bend
[Verse 2]
Live my life like a movie, how I do it, you can imagine
I spent trip this winter in the jacuzzi, in the cabins (Cabins)
Got me a brand new mink, it's made by Louis, screamin' fashion (Made by Louis, screamin' fashion)
Forgiatos, these ain't Davins (Nah)
Pullin' off in a Spyder with the top off, I like that one (That one)
Back on choosin' to cypher about that paper, I'm gon’ tax 'em
Care if you niggas don't like it, you gon' face me on the last one
[Outro]
Whip that Lamborghini, the two-seater, like I drag (Drag)
I can put some Pucci on her coochie, yeah, I'm nasty (Nasty)
I've been givin' them love all my career, this year, I'm taxin' (This year, I'm taxin')
Don't let that go over your head, let that sink in
Have 'em chop your dread, let that sink in
Ten million on the check, all I need is a pen
