[VERSE 1]

What my name is?

I’ll usually blow a band when i’m anxious

New Givenchy for the banquet

And an LA bitch feeling heinous

Tell the girl hold on for the lane switch

It’s about three lakes in her anklet

Swear being timeless so thankless

So I made sure the watch stay faceless

Oh how gracious

Tell me what it mean?

I ain’t hit a draft but we ball for the team

Everywhere we go she disturbing the peace

Tell me why the fuck you tryna yell in Celine?

New Martine, she love her roses

New black coupe, she love her lotus

Can’t decide which clothes, i'm focused

So we bought every rack on the floor bitch

Hope they notice

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl let’s get paid, paid, paid

Let’s have our way, way, way

Cop shit all day, day, day

Girl let’s get more more more

That bitch don’t want no war

Fuck up that Chanel floor

Til' we don’t want no more

[VERSE 2]

Not 100 niggas with the talent needed will she leave the demon, well i’ll never know

It’s 100 women with a pending Visa tryna meet a nigga but she’ll never know

I’m a reckless nigga with a ego problem but she always calling saying "baby please"

But our only problem is we never solve them unless me or her is getting on our knees

Bitch tell that boy

Big 14 you ain’t making no noise

Fuck 1 2 imma aim for the boy

Paris M bitch so I came for the war

Fresh to the death but my clothes from the morgue

Can’t a young nigga make bands no more?

Girl we can’t call up your friends no more?

Niggas tryna stop my scripture

Please babe, no more pictures

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl let’s get paid, paid, paid

Let’s have our way, way, way

Cop shit all day, day, day

Girl let’s get more more more

That bitch don’t want no war

Fuck up that Chanel floor

Til' we don’t want no more

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl let’s get paid, paid, paid

Let’s have our way, way, way

Cop shit all day, day, day

Girl let’s get more more more

That bitch don’t want no war

Fuck up that Chanel floor

Til' we don’t want no more

[BRIDGE]

Heard you lost your way

Down and out, oh baby

And Hell won't let you in

So hopeless, so hopeless

Well won't you come my way?

I'll fulfill your needs, baby

And we can make our names

So hopeless, so hopeless

[Outro]

I don’t what you need me for

I’m not tryna be your decor

Jesus Christ in Christian Dior

Baby you don’t even pray no more

Supermodel, you so sincere

Call my phone like “i need you here, in the A, man i’m so alone

Paris baby, won’t you come home?”