Yeah, you know (Murder on the beat so it's not nice) Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is Woo, money man on a mission I got 'em standin' at attention I just throw my hand like I'm fishin' I just get that ass some ambition I'm really hopin' I can touch it, no conditions You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition Just pop somethin' for me, while I pop another Rosé Now she lookin' at me like, "Don't spray" I'm just sayin', huh, you don't want the man, huh Rollin' up a gram, huh, toast a couple grams high It's your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh Parkin' lot pimpin' out at Follies (woah) Thought I seen your ass lookin' thottie (woah)