| Rockin' Dior frames, I can’t see the hate |
| In that big body thang, boy, get out my way |
| I’m trying to get a mil' and fill up my plate |
| I gotta go get it, no, I can not wait |
| I gotta go get my mama a Wraith |
| Look in her eyes, see the pain in her face |
| Pourin' up red 'cause I love how it tastes |
| That drank, it take me to a whole 'nother place |
| Cowboy lifestyle, double down on my waist |
| Got caught down bad once, now no more mistakes |
| Watchin' for one time, don’t fuck wit' the jakes |
| My neck is a glacier, it’s filled wit' snowflakes |
| Rockin' Dior frames, I can’t see the hate |
| In that big body thang, boy, get out my way |
| I’m trying to get a mil' and fill up my plate |
| I gotta go get it, no, I can not wait |
| I can not wait for no nigga at all |
| I’m living relentless way above the law |
| I’m a dog, baby girl, look at my paws |
| She don’t give a fuck, she pull up wit' no drawers |
| She act right, we goin' straight to Lenox mall |
| If I told you, you wouldn’t believe what I saw |
| Even when I’m down bad you know I’ma stand tall |
| Would’ve thought he was a chef how he keep throwin' salt |
| I ain’t goin' back and forth wit' that boy, see-saw |
| I’m pourin' up my pain, I’m sippin' this raw |
| Alexander McQueen, mix it wit' the G-Raw |
| If that’s my queen, know I’m goin' in raw |
| I roll the dice, bitch, yeah, I’ll risk it all |
| I gotta go get it, bitch, at all costs |
| If I get jammed I’ll make bail, fuck the cost |
| He was trying to be down and got lost in the sauce |
| Rockin' Dior frames, I can’t see the hate |
| In that big body thang, boy, get out my way |
| I’m trying to get a mil' and fill up my plate |
| I gotta go get it, no, I can not wait |
| I gotta go get my mama a Wraith |
| Look in her eyes, see the pain in her face |
| Pourin' up red 'cause I love how it tastes |
| That drank, it take me to a whole 'nother place |
| Cowboy lifestyle, double down on my waist |
| Got caught down bad once, now no more mistakes |
| Watchin' for one time, don’t fuck wit' the jakes |
| My neck is a glacier, it’s filled wit' snowflakes |
| Rockin' Dior frames, I can’t see the hate |
| In that big body thang, boy, get out my way |
| I’m trying to get a mil' and fill up my plate |
| I gotta go get it, no, I can not wait |