Mastros

Brunch with your homegirls waffles and mimosas Drunk with your friends said a lot been on your shoulders Slim waist no gut, Walking in slow strut, High heels, stepping out your drive wheels, capturing your close up's Aye, shotgun riding with a holster Shit been feeling funny but the jokes up Aye, I'm just trying to put you on a poster For real Leases getting signed for You deserve a encore Pulling out your chair for you Open up your car door Wake up to a better life Pickett-fence, lawnmowers Pick you a new hair color Grey, red, blonde or Options different leave outs Closures wear you weave out Girl you know you killing 'em, smiling with your teeth out If you was a drug, you would always bring the feens out Last one had you suffocated, this time you could breathe now Dinner by eight, show up late Barely ate Said she only eating caviar Had to slow down on the steak Girl you perfect no mistakes Never subbing out for breaks Whip the urus she ain't even bout to slow down for the jacks, aye 12 on our back like Aaron Rodgers in the lambo Name a place you can't go You could wear your sandles Bad in any weather Girl you seasoned like cilantro Not the MSG I got her guarding like she randle Tell me if your boo can't Take you out to boot camp Up you on your shoe game Give a f*ck about what who say Never have you digging in your pockets to look for loose change