[Intro]

Karpenters (Karpenters)

Super hits (Super hits)

Layin' it down

Layin' it down, 91

And we don't— and we don't stop

[Verse]

Metaphysical format, it's all that

Make them poets draw back

Massagin' the sores outta her crack

Who the big dogs? Let me know the Saint Bernards in rap

I'm in charge, relax

Layin' up in the Rolls EWB

Interior got her delirious, y'all can all see

Money spread in my hand like cheddar cheese

It's a million just to kick a light breeze

Atlantic Records gave me the electric Spectra

Writin' for your favorite artists, over three hundred G's

No license, I used to fuck a bad bitch at the DMV

She say her hairstylist do the same hair for Cardi B

And Megan Thee Stallion

All my shirts silk and Italian

Walkin' the streets just to buy when I'm browsin'

Long coats, nothin' but Fendi outfits

Lambos, ajarred doors, you can see I'm outchea

Travel with Louis bags on the Lear

Furniture buyer, I got them special-made chandiliers

Jacob the Jeweler, eight or nine yachts on the pier

I like 'em slim like Lakeyah

Fettuccine in Barcelona, chicks wet from my aroma

Dominican baseball player, always hittin' homers

Mexican convoy boots from Tony Roma's

Travel around the world, you see the Ferrari turnin' corners

Tinted windows make 'em feel private

Let her put that MAC up on her eyelids

Take her shopping, get that lower mileage

Let her drive a Benz in Long Island

Great neck, ask Shaniqua 'bout Massapequa

[Outro]

Karpenters, Karpenters, Karpenters

Karpenters

Bring it down