Letra de No Really - Summrs

Chasin' the money

You would not get in that car with me, don't want apology

Bitch, I'm a prodigy, said "Bitch, don't lie to me"

Stuffin' my Prada jeans, mama is proud of me

Niggas wanna copy me, and it ain't no stoppin' me, yeah

Brrrt, uh

At your head with this bitch like a fitted

I'm clutchin' a fifty, or it be a switchy

It's never a Smitty

Don't show me no pity, bitch, show me your titties

When I'm in the city (Yeah)

Rockin' NUMBER (N)INE Mickey

I mix with Givenchy

She callin' me papi when I be up in it

My brothers they prayin' with they flag on 'em before they go spin it

Shit can get serious (Yeah)

This bitch said I'm broke, like bitch is you serious

Lil' bitch you delirious

I'm Lucifer' child when I look in the mirror

I'm off of this red, I got on my baguettes

Last year, I went and bought a Patek

This year, I went and bought a Piguet

I'm off the fuckin' Monnet Cognac, yeah

This bitch neck game worth my sex (Yeah)

I got a [?] out back

And I'm locked in with them Mexicans, cartel niggas will cut off your neck

And I'm thinkin' 'bout tradin' in the S560 for a fuckin' 'Vette

You tried to play wit' me last year, now your friend fuckin' me, that's what you get (Uh)

I just went Maybach on your pussy ass

I got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I'm on they ass

Yeah, yeah

And I'm drivin' that car fast

I just spilled drank on my dash

Now this bitch a fuckin' red Maybach

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that

I was in the field back doin' bad

Yeah, yeah

And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash

I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks, Saks)

Yeah, yeah

I'm a big dog, give me that cat, I'll put thirty racks in you bae

Show you I fuck with you like that (Like that, like that)

Yeah, yeah

For these niggas tryna catch me down bad, Imma put that .45 on your ass (Grr, grr)

And we gon' do it just like that (Grr, grr)

Yeah, yeah

Know my diamonds in my mouth make that fuckin' pussy wet

And you know this shit ain't a stretch

Yeah, yeah

This shit pure, it's all fuckin' facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil' bitch I told you I'm really that

Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that

I was in the field back doin' bad

Yeah, yeah

And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash

I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks)

Yeah, yeah

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