What you doin? 
Im gettin big bags, yeah 
What you doin?
Just gettin big bags, yeah 
Jeffery, yeah
Lets get it
Drankin on purple, right? 
Double-park the Rolls with the curtains, right? 
All six kids with me, no excursion, right? 
Ay, bad bitch, the pussy wet, its burstin, right? 
Right
Tell me whats wrong with you 
Take a nigga home with you 
Diamonds, they on me 
They on me, baby 
They on me 
They phony 
Wipe em off me, yeah 
Put em in a coffin, yeah 
Every time I pull up on you, yeah 
Ima bring somethin for ya, baby 
And every time I try to pull it all on you 
Ima put it right inside your tummy, baby
Baby, Im the man 
Keeping in touch with the bands 
Take you on a trip to Japan 
Diamonds on you, wedding bands 
Im telling you the plan 
Im high off your of love, cant land 
Move you to Texas like a ranger
Buy you a whole lotta land 
I just wanna see you walkin on the sand, yes, I do 
Wanna get on one knee in the stand, yes, I do 
Wanna see you ridin with the fam, yes, I do 
Wanna see you ridin with these bands, oh oh, woah 
Im sick of you sayin that you love me too, ooh
Im sick of you sayin that you thuggin with me too
Im sick of you sayin that you bussin with me, boo
All I wanna see is your relaxation, yeah, yeah, yeah 
 Read and write for me, baby 
 Fuck me out my sleep, baby 
 Warm it up for me, baby 
 Yeah, yeah
Fuck these bitches, switch em out 
Put it in her mouth 
Fuck her on the couch 
Pull the tracks out 
Bussin in her scalp 
Bought that bitch a brand new scalp 
Gotta take a brand new shower 
Right inside a brand new house 
Flood the lil bed with roses
Beat the pussy in and beat it out 
Make these niggas know what you want 
Maison new socks, what you want 
Basic ho gotta recall 
Gon pass that ho to the dogs 
Blue diamonds swimmin with the dolphins 
Ooh, Im saucin 
Draped in Fear of God when I walk through the shows 
I aint never savin my clothes 
Aint goin out sad, no, no 
Take that bread if you want it 
Big check, yeah, fo sho 
Kit-Kat chocolate, woah 
Patek gon wipe a nigga nose 
Got a big whopper in my clothes
Racks stack taller than you know 
Hell nah, she cant come if she got clothes 
Every night a different ho at all my shows 
Drankin red on the low 
Im sick of you sayin that you love me too, ooh
Im sick of you sayin that you thuggin with me too
Im sick of you sayin that you bussin with me, boo
All I wanna see is your relaxation, yeah, yeah, yeah 
 Read and write for me, baby 
 Fuck me out my sleep, baby
 Warm it up for me, baby 
 Yeah, yeah 
Yeah