Fuckin´ these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain´t got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil´ mama left me alone, came back and the time´s up
Ayy, singin´ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain´t on no bullshit, this ain´t no Chicago
I went from jettin´ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever´s inside though

Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you bitches, now I´m like, "Bitch, please"
Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd
Fuck needin´ a bitch, I´m what a bitch need
Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley
So even when it´s dirty, know my shit clean
Got a thick bih´, her name´s Christina

Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy
She fuckin´ with me ´cause I´m a vibe, my nigga
I spent twenty-five all on my side bitch
And if I get caught, I´ma deny it
I´ma deny it, I´m a fuckin´ rider
Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Ayy, I´m hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can´t fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, bitch, I´m a soldier, ugh
Fuckin´ these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain´t got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil´ mama left me alone, came back and the time´s up
Ayy, singin´ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain´t on no bullshit, this ain´t no Chicago
I went from jettin´ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever´s inside though

Honey, am I wrong for thinkin´ every woman wanna fuck me?
And if she don´t, she probably get it wet, it must be
None of my biddies put no niggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me
Couldn´t be a fake nigga if I tried to be

Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can´t fuck no more
I´m a big money nigga on a jet
Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I´m a G, fuck her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you fuckin´ own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I´m on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I´ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah

Fuckin´ these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain´t got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil´ mama left me alone, came back and the time´s up
Ayy, singin´ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain´t on no bullshit, this ain´t no Chicago
I went from jettin´ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever´s inside though