World - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Drop- droppin dots on heads

You never been in that field no you have not, you scared

Brand new foreign whip the outside white inside red

And you might catch me in a all black truck pullin' up like the president

Might think that I'm weird as fuck cause i count up dead presidents

Can't just run in my shit cause i live in a gated residence

Ion think she came from the pussy this bih' right right here so heaven sent

Swear her head legit, and that's the only rеason I'm still stuck up on this bitch

And she the only reason I'm tryn' gеt back home so quick

No I ain't fuckin' wit' none of these hoes I'm tryna make you my lil shit

Bae you fine as a bitch, tryna recline in this whip

Tryna- tryna hide you from the world but you not like other girls

Treat you like a red pearl, come write you a referral

She taste like cinnamon swirl, where you at I'm in your burrow

And I like your curls

Twin- twin the money it rule the world, you can fuck on any girl, you can fuck on any girl

Say she want that brand new bag, so I bought her new pearls, yea I bought her brand new pearls