Twelve - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oh yeah

Mmmm

Pollàri, four figures, I run up my digits

If she owe me money, I shoot at her sister

Balmain the jean, Garcia, no swish

Balmain the jean, Garcia the swisher

I got them bands, I repeat, I heard you weak

And that means, nigga you sweet, you pussy, you mean

I can't really fuck with these [?], man, they ain't what they speak

I can't really fuck with these [?], they ain't what they speak

Go run up my digits, I run up my vows

The last time I checked, you wasn't the man

I do what I wish, and I do what I plan

You talk like the shit, but do not do nun

Flexin' my goals, I'm [?]

You owe me your woes, you cry about hoes

I get it and fast, you lose and you last

She paid me in cash, you paid on her ass

They told me I couldn't, they told me I can't

They told me I shouldn't, they told me, "Just wait"

"Pollàri go get it", that's all I say

"Pollàri go get it", that's all I say-ayy

Oh, it sound like he midnight

I bet it sound like he midnight, yeah

Oh, I bet it sound like he midnight

I bet it sound like he midnight

Ooh, ooh, yeah, Pollàri