Hey Miss ParkerWait, wait, wait, waitSomethin’ like (Uh-oh)I just cut some fresh lemons, where’s the sugar?Lemon in my ‘ade, lemon in my ears, call ’em boogersRather six feet ‘fore I’m ever seen with you ni**as (Hold up)YeahWhat it is? It’s that ni**a T, skin look colored in (Woo)Ridin’ in double-double R, that’s that Cullinan (Yeah)Pullin’ in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)Golf le Fleur, that’s Gianno shoe, what I’m runnin’ inEarlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)I’m so motherf**kin’ dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (Woo)I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don’t think they understand (Yeah, yeah)Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feetDouble G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brickShe wan’ kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, whoa)She try save ’bout the place but keep eatin’ my meatWe can’t see none of ’em, bro, she keep eatin’ my seeds (Woo)Got a E and a B on the back of the CTI’m done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
Say the money comin’ in, yeah, that’s trueThe more money I get, I don’t wan’ sex youCan’t think about the last time that I text youIt’s probably one Sidekicks out them belt loopsSign my John Hancock on a bi**h every time I check youJust like a brand new Lamb’, I wreck you, uhSo if this mind is yours (Woo, woo, woo)It’s the double P, I rock double CMan, I run them beats like you run in cleatsMan, come to me, you want somethin’ to seeThis internally flawed, that’s a double VsWhat troubles me is you couple meWith these subtle fleas tryna double leagueHornet trapped in the hive of a motherf**kin’ bumblebeeThey just got the closest picture of the f**kin’ sun surface, that was usGot the LaFerrari, park that bi**h just for one purpose, catchin’ dustMy Secret Service carry mops, you call ’em street sweepers, back you upTat’ you up then add you up, then give you a cover like AdwoaIf the shit’s fake, I don’t respect it, it’s clickbaitAnd that’s distaste like a shit shakeWhat a difference your wrist make when it’s Richard-madeHungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plateShit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape