(Rah, it's BKay, you know)
Mm, mm, mm
(You are the weakest link)
Boi
When I was little wanted Lelli Kelly (Lelli Kelly)
Now I'm older new bag Chanelly Kelly
Whip the Merc', the glass black
The seat peanut butter jelly
Put the purse in the passenger, one up (skrrt)
Tell them bitches get their funds up
They're knowin' that I'm with that (huh)
And even when it's pitch black
Grindin' 'til the suns up
I ain't with the dumb stuff
They say fuck your six pack
Swing it like a nun chuck
My young buck, gun buck (boi)
He don't do the tump up
Anyhow they send him in a Uber you're luck up (bap, bap, bap)
Bitches know I'm Big Boss, rich forever, stuck up (rich, rich, rich, rich)
Oh, you don't like me? I'm like, "Shut the fuck up"
Talk but I don't penny any
Make them dance like it's stone love, weddy weddy
Said he's petty, but I'm pettier
Sweet girl act, I'm tryna hide these loose screws
He ain't tryna rock with you, he rock with Chy heavier
True I'm steadier (steadier)
And my bank account fat too (fat too)
Is it me or 'cause I rap boo? (Huh)
Money can't change me (huh)
Like I don't get paid and act brand new (nah)
Only converse with the ones of my caliber (woo)
Suited and booted, AP Royal Oak left wrist (woo)
This ain't a terrier (nah)
44 Bulldog and he got teet' for it, dentist (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, boi)
Refer to me the bestest, best, best (the best)
I'm the best dressed (yeah)
About man clown, me, I got his head stress (stressed out)
Prettiest problem, I run it up often not only on the weekend
Swimmin' with the sharks, I'm in the deep end
Talkin' like your dumb, I'll make you see sense, no false pretense (nah)
Sittin' in Paris and I'm havin' dinner by the Eiffel
I'm prolly with your idol
Broke you're not my rival (never)
Dat is it
Boi
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