Look, blew fifty on a Birkin (Yeah)
Call Fendi just to custom my curtains (Yeah)
Ask your wifey, all my diamonds be surfin' (Uh)
They can't imagine the niggas I'm curvin' (Ooh)
I can't even lie, he ain't my type
I got a thing for a nigga that's surfin' (Yes)
I can guarantee if he my type, he from the mud and he really be trappin' (Plah)
Pussy wet, I could really be braggin' (Huh)
Soak the sheets, you could only imagine (Whoo)
She ain't me, you can keep the comparison
Wearin' fake shit, ho, you embarrassin' (Ha)
Gutta bitch, only fuck with the ballers (Swish)
Franchise, only fuck with the starters (Yuh)
Fake goals, tryna look like the Carters
Break the bank, cut him off like a barber
PJs but he fuck with the charters
Ass pokin' and this waist gettin' smaller
Three ways, [?] bitch with my partner
Four pockets gettin' fat like the Parkers
No profit, bitch, you need to work harder
Off-white, I be saucin' like tartar
Pussy right, it be wet as a harbor
Neck bright like it came out the charger, bitch (Woah)
I put the stick in the box whenever I'm ready to slide (Woah)
Them bitches copyin' Renni; whenever they see me, they hide
Kick a bitch, doe shit; she be like, "Oh, shit"
Renni on go-shit, beat up a ho quick
And I got bros, bitch; wipe a bitch out like I'm puttin' on lotion
I play with my pussy, you play with your nose
My only addiction is shoppin' for clothes
My hair be flowin' when I hop out the Rose
I freeze and I pose, they be like, "Woah" (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Nigga, this shit ain't for play, I'm really a savage
Pop out at night like my name was Ms. Gladys
Louis my luggage, yeah, bitch, I got baggage
Show them the pussy, this shit like a magnet
Tryna fuck, he done bought me a Patek
Bought me a Porsche, I got that bitch matted
Brand new Coupe and that bitch be roarin'
Runnin' to the money, yeah, it got a bitch whorin'
Reachin' them thick, yeah, I got good form
He done like, "Woah, uh, this too warm" (Woah, woah)

Look, blew fifty on a Birkin
Call Fendi just to custom my curtains
Ask your wifey, all my diamonds be surfin' (Diamonds be surfin', woah)
Soak the sheets, you could only imagine
She ain't me, you can keep the comparison
Wearin' fake shit, ho, you embarrassin', bitch (Woah, woah, woah, woah)