I´ve been in the stu late, workin´, no residuals
If we never speak again, I´m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain´t playin´ count em´
You wanna come to paradise?

Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I´m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain´t got nothin´ to do with my lil´ child
No this codeine ain´t got nothin´ to do with my lil´ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma´s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin´ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin´ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn´t promised

I know damn well this must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can´t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I´m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ´splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Won´t get a response from me, ain´t no confessions

Before I tell a lie, won´t tell you nothin´
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Standin´ on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin´ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it´s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don´t know how you would feel about if I ain´t have millions, yeah
I´m conversin´ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain´t about no braggin´ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti

She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I´ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don´t know what to do with you
I don´t wanna sound like I´m bein´ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin´ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ´bout Miami
After she came with no panty

Won´t get a response from me, ain´t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won´t tell you nothin´
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection