Too Close - Intellectual

[Chorus: Weiland]

I can never get too close

I want to flex on my foes

I don’t got time for these hoes

She want the clout I suppose

I can never get too close

You spent a rack on your hoe

I spent a rack on my coat

Baby I’m about to glow

Let’s just take it real slow

Just watch me pour up a four

On my way up I finesse

She say that I do it the best

I got Gosha on my chest

I got Saint Laurent on my legs

I only show up just to flex

I swear I only want the sex

Never mind I need that neck

My shooter holding on that tech

All I do is send them sacks

I get the pack for the low

I do it all for my bros

Plug at the Hollywood Grove

I keep it still on the stove

Burberry all on my hoes

Hundreds in all of my rows

I make your bitch touch her toes

I can never get too close

I just wanna flex on my foes

I don’t got no time for these hoes

She just want the clout I suppose

I can never get too close

I just wanna flex on my foes

I don’t got no time for these hoes

She just want the clout I suppose

They just want the clout I suppose

Yeah they asking me where I get all my clothes

Yeah, forces wet like they gonna want your nose

Got a girl so tell me what the fuck’s a hoe

Look, we running the bands send it to me need that shit in advance

Fuck a wallet keep that shit in my hands

Jiggy juugin’ hit a lick then I dance

Uh, look at me dance

We ain’t working bitch you had your chance

Uh, flexing on camera, aye, ‘cause I’m the man, yeah