[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Brace yourself, take your time, this shit is not a diss
Make your mind up, don't make no time for him at my expense
You see, I know you fine shit, you put on shit that's timeless
Like Chanel from '96, them YSL highs clickin'
We step inside the Bacarrat hotel, them diamonds glistenin'
Hit Casablanca in Morocco, doin' high-end shit
Biggest yacht, I copped it, helicopters how I spin shit
I ain't make this shit to not spend shit
But then you pop your shit and do it with Versace lipstick, and I got defensive
To me this shit is cheap, but time expensive
I gave you more and learned my lesson, poor me, but you my blessin'
I'm stressin', still get you that Hermès Kelly
We used to shop at the Forever, talk about forever
You gon' look twenty-one forever, gon' be hot forever
Doin' shit, ain't gotta ask me, I spend that knot forever
New nigga gon' get his ass beat, I do it a cappella
Sign his jaw to Roc-A-Fella, thinkin' he gon' stunt on my expense
Touch the Cullinan, I cut 'em on some culinary shit
Tryna step on shit, no red bottoms, Bloody Mary shit
You care about 'em? Tell 'em, "Cut it," all that fuckin' arrogance (Shh)
Airin' shit, rappin' like Carter, no Aaron shit
Rest in peace, I want candy paint my whip, I'm Berry rich
Embarrassin' how I just
How I just keep givin' you more
[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Why'd I try to find solace through my vices when we split?
Put a shiesty on and try to find my wifey in the strip
Club, I know that ain't like Bryson, but I had to write that hit
Turn tricks, lookin' at me like, "Boy, you ain't learn shit"
But then my earnings tripled, what I learned was just be earnest with 'em
And it's workin', huh? I can finally go get you that Birkin
I can finally get you that whip that you been askin' for, that trip that you been askin' for
But you still trippin' off the last ho
I ain't even come ask who you last smashed, I detached from you
Left it in the past when I put you through the mattress
Took you back to Saks Fifth, spent racks on you, these facts here
Motherfuck last year, let's punt that through the stratosphere
All I see is mad tears, trust, I understand the fear
I can't let it shake me, why the fuck you think I'm standin' here?
I miss huggin' you up under restoration chandeliers
And I'm manic here without you, and that's
Well, that's the best way I can put it, for real
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Uh
Big bags, I keep the static to the minimal
Love money, I'm a fanatic for them envelopes
H slide, she got her meds in her bag too
Mini Kelly, it's time to show you how that bag move
Shakin' ass, she love to post but she never tag
Not a drinker, it's mocktails for her fakin' ass
Close friends, I know she tell 'em how I dick her down
You lookin' thicker now, girl, you make a nigga proud
Call up the dope boys, it's time to get a different crowd
You need some new toys, and I'm tryna get 'em now
Van Cleef, only flowers that'll never die
I can never be the biggest if I never try
We can never get to Venice if we never fly
I won't get to see the heavens if I never die
Amalfi Coast, all white, we out in Italy
Look what it did to me, real nigga tendencies
Fast cars, thousand acres in the backyard
I got my own dealership, now tell 'em that part
Time to order twenty bottles on my black card
Supermodels takin' pictures with a rap star
We know the envy 'cause we came up from the asphalt
These niggas past soft, hatin' was the last straw (Maybach Music)
