[Chorus]

Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue

Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues

If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news

Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo

[Verse]

I be in that Lam' or the Rolls, hit that button

I don't do no talking, say the word, no discussion

And I heard they mad I got a foreign bitch, she Russian (Yeah)

And I heard they mad I got a foreign bitch, she Russian (Yeah)

Keep me a pole in the Bimmer, they know that we spin

Bitch, I'm not one for the talking, they know who we is

I'm in the coupe and she tell me she wanna hop in

Fuck what they saying, you know I'ma die 'bout my twin

[Chorus]

Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue

Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues

If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news

Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo

Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue

Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues

If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news

Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo