[Verse]

She don't even know what she in for

Fashion week killer, had to import

Right on time at the airport

The fuck you think you sent for?

Whiskey, no ice when I'm on set

I need a clean break from my new mess

We don't never eat at the Ruth Chris

You hate seeing pictures of my crew there

That's just got you feeling like I do shit

You called me up, I'm on my bullshit

Wild boy, house eater when you come around

Let me practice making sons when the sun down, uh

Double upper at the hookah lounge

OG Kush when the budge around

Lauryn Hill had you talking on some deep shit

I'm on some fuck fighting, go to sleep shit

I'm not the one you should be with

I'm the nigga that you cheat with

TLC creep with

Fuck inside the Jeep shit

Yeah, air miles I gave to you

Got you flying with a purpose like what angels do

Take one for a real nigga

Your Hermes bands and my Hilfigers

Face it

Me and my niggas just came out the matrix

Yeah, matrix

I think it's funny you think but don't say shit

Yeah, say shit

I can hear your feelings pouring down

Let 'em rain bitch

Make me feel more re-