[Intro]
Sick of these women (yeah)
Sick of these women, I'm sick of these women
And I'm sick of these feelings (yeah)
Sick of these feelings, I'm sick of these feelings
I don't want no feelings man
I don't want no feelings, I don't want no feelings
Just wanna run a bag up now
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Wanna run my bag up yeah
Wanna run off with a bad one yeah
[Chorus]
Déo, You can catch me whipping down Rodéo
(in a Tessie swerving)
CC bag falling on your hip like J-Lo
(goddamn)
Take a jet overseas out in Barbados
(like Quavo, yuh)
My bitch fuego
Blowing your back to tracks you like I'll play those
Banging my line for loving I throw pesos
No service when I'm in the Amazon like I'm Bezos
Jeff Bezos
[Verse 1]
Ferragamo bag full of cash (yeah, yeah)
On another couch for the crash
Next chapter new era forget the past
Took my last EP that shit is in my trash
Living a mirage, I got bags
Giving a massage, I got bands
I'm dripped in Gucci sweaters
I just write love letters
I tell you what you wanna hear so you can get the message
I know she come from Texas
I heard it's filled with ex's
I'll tell you what you wanna hear so you can get the message
[Chorus]
Déo, You can catch me whipping down Rodéo
(in a Tessie swerving)
CC bag falling on your hip like J-Lo
(goddamn)
Take a jet overseas out in Barbados
(like Quavo, yuh)
My bitch fuego
Blowing your back to tracks you like I'll play those
Banging my line for loving I throw pesos
No service when I'm in the Amazon like I'm Bezos
Jeff Bezos
[Verse 2]
Over here we're doing all the same shit
Fuck around and might make you my main chick
Been around the world still I ain't had this
Pulling up in a drop top Lexus (yeah)
Switch it up, rich enough to buy all these sections (yeah)
You will never understand
How to turn into the man
Destined for greatness was on a hiatus but back with a vengeance plan
[Pre-Chorus]
Just let this loving feel right
Watch the sunset in your eyes
Can tell you've done this plenty times
[Chorus]
Déo, You can catch me whipping down Rodéo
(in a Tessie swerving)
CC bag falling on your hip like J-Lo
(goddamn)
Take a jet overseas out in Barbados
(like Quavo, yuh)
My bitch fuego
Blowing your back to tracks you like I'll play those
Banging my line for loving I throw pesos
No service when I'm in the Amazon like I'm Bezos
Jeff Bezos
Déo