(Zaytoven)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (We got London on the track)
Ayy

Making up my mind
I need two hoes at a time
Then I told her ass, "Forget it ´cause I seen that shit on Reddit"
I ain´t got no time to block
All my broskies keep a mop
And I keep one right beside me, go to Elliot a lot
My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit
I treat Booby Trap like Starlets, hundred thousand on a car
Got Chanel prints on my joggers, I don´t even need a stylist
Huh, yeah, okay, okay

Call the bank, pull up the Brink´s

Might buy you a Cuban, I ain´t got no time to link up
Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin´ on my sleeve
Used to call up darlin´, now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time
Used to be in projects, now I´m making projects
Used to be in the PJs, now I´m stuck to the PJ

I can tell what´s on your mind, Illuminati, got three eyes
If I pull up with my guys, we ain´t comin´ here to fight
Word to mother, we gon´ win, you know London, that´s my twin
And I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that´s my slime

Free V12 and Montana out the motherfuckin´
You know I´ve been bangin´ since Santana, used to rock them bandanas
To the side, baby, talk to me nice
Book a flight, if you don´t let me hit, I´m sending you back, night
I´m in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I´m throwing a bag, night
The way she took my soul, it´s like she´s tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bustin´ like a disco ball, we bring the lights out
Hoodie on, I´m feelin´ like a fuckin´ thief at night now

Call the bank, pull up the Brink´s
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain´t got no time to link up

Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin´ on my sleeve
Used to call up darlin´, now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time
Used to be in projects, now I´m making projects
Used to be in the PJs, now I´m stuck to the PJ