(Dive) Walk on stage
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, ‘Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can’t buy her a Birkin
I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
Always when I’m workin’
That money I be splurgin’ like Turbo
Uh, go, fuckin’ that hoe campus (Uh)
Hittin’ her in between classes (Uh)
Nuttin’ all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, catch me zippin’ my car through traffic (Uh)
Young n**** got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go turbo)
She want Celine Spring, I want some lean, yeah
I got Forgiato, must turn off from the scene (Yeah)
Come and geek up like Turbo (Skrrt)
Draco under my peacoat
Money comin’ in real fast like Sonic
Startin’ to think my new bitch robotic
Swing the stick out the car when the opp get spotted
Bringin’ up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole ‘lotta body
Baby, it’s K-pins, watch we ship it (Yeah)
Runnin’ off stage, I dive (Dive)
Sittin’ on the mountain top
Hopin’ that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I’m way too fly (Okay)
Told her chill out with that cappin’, a pint of that matrix, I’m packin’ it (Yeah)
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I’m smashin’ ’em
Propane tank of gas, no Citgo
Come with the bullshit you know I’m with though
Fuckin’ on shorty till the mornin’ time
Hittin’ her real fast, she call me Turbo
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, ‘Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can’t buy her a Birkin
I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
Always when I’m workin’
That money I be splurgin’ like Turbo
Uh, go, fuckin’ that hoe campus (Uh)
Hittin’ her in between classes (Uh)
Nuttin’ all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, catch me zippin’ my car through traffic (Uh)
Young n**** got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go turbo)
You know the Lambo go fast
They want me to slow down, but I’m back on they ass
Back in that bitch and with thirty, they tax
Baby done went and got another one (Yeah)
She want a trick or a treat? (A treat)
Told her it ain’t Halloween
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fuckin’ her, showin’ my bae how to sing, yeah
Come on, baby, rock on my mic
My hoes get to hittin’, I ain’t stoppin’ no fight
Come on with the ticket, I ain’t stoppin’ no lights
Speed through that bitch like I’m Turbo
I gotta brand new glick, we gon’ see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, “Where you at? Come get ate”
Texted her back, dropped a pin, “Meet me here, parkin’ deck on the third floor” (Turbo)
I gotta need for the speed, faster than a muhfuckin’ Ferris (Yeah, bitch)
Tryna see what’s up with me, come die in this bitch bein’ curious
I pulled up in a wide body Benz, came out, hopped in a Urus (Yeah)
Paparazzi don’t know what car I’m in, and these hoes on me somethin’ serious
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, ‘Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can’t buy her a Birkin
I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
Always when I’m workin’
That money I be splurgin’ like Turbo
Uh, go, fuckin’ that hoe campus (Uh)
Hittin’ her in between classes (Uh)
Nuttin’ all over her glasses (Like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, catch me zippin’ my car through traffic (Uh)
Young n**** got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go turbo)
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