[Verse]
Yeah
Ridin' round with a magazine on my Glock 30 and a red beam
Dirty cup boys, you know I pour clean up in a Canada cream
AMG ridin’ on the freeway with the heated seats
And this bitch don't got no key
Fuck with you, yeah, highkey
You got what I need, just don't fuck this up
You got to show me, you is my trophy
I just want you to hold me
Tryna bag you like groceries
I did this myself cause I ain’t need no handouts
I'on think you know your worth cause you quick to pull your pants down
Fuck you with my chains on, I really love the way you smile
Come fuck me with your jewelry on, I know that be your style
Put on makeup every time you go out
But you don't need none of that cause I'm in love with your smile