God Damn!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, G63 Who got cash to blow? I stay ready, let's go I throw, they sweep the floor Baby, don't slam that door This a lamb, not a cat You should know where you at Go do the math I'm 4PF & your pocket flat I'm number one, f*ck where you at Men lie, women lie, glad that numbers don't I'm the type, go buy bitch Birkin just because she think I won't Got a boujee bitch sip & paints YSL that girl a saint In the sheets, you know she ain't I tell them you the baddest and that there is no debate But one missed call you tweakin'? That's that toxic shit I hate Like Gunna, I'm one on one Y'all boys, y'all ain't on none Modified the whip and now it's sounding like a gun I'm preaching safety first, don't leave the house without your drum If you want my attention, then you gotta pay the fee I don't do no percentage, everything's gon' come to me It's all about who you know, some niggas get that shit for free That boy a crack baby, overcharge him for the key Make him pay that VAT, sat him down like SATs In this life, you live and learn to try and double what you earn To try and double what you earn She want that Gucci Chanel, spending thousands on her nails She thankful for that pussy, cause she know that it sells See the lifestyle that she lives cause of her looks Said treat me like a trophy, who are you to make me cook I said God damn, cause I know that she right All she do is party often, playing with that white Yeah Aight, with that dress so tight Tell me who your doctor, cause that nigga did you right She crediting the gym and take a selfie in her skims She love the finer things, the things that's prettier than her Bracelet Cartier, two thousands on her hair Louis made the purse, every week she get a new Van Cleef God damn, god damn, god damn, nigga god damn God damn, god damn, god damn, nigga god damn