[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
Yeah
I would’ve stuck on the strip with Maria
Now I’m getting all of this cash and my feet up
Rollin’ my ganja, rollin’ my tree up
I don’t wanna feel anything when I re-up
If she was your hoe, so then why did she free up?
She in the stu' and then sing like Aaliyah
And they on the internet actin’ like we got a problem
Don’t say a word when they see us
Sippin’ tequila, feelin’ like I been sippin’ by the litre
All of my diamonds shinin’ out a metre
I keep the baddest bitches from Bahia, yeah
I’m ’bout to fly me one into Ibiza
My little cheek, I call her Maita
I’m tryna check on the profits like I was a preacher
[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
Funny how it all turnеd out, when I see the yacht turn up (Let's go, lеt's go)
Niggas stay battin’ my style
Bitches say tryin’ ain’t luck (Let's go)
Sweet little bitch, she foul, but you know I love me a slut (Let's go)
Rolls-Royce pushin’ for miles, still get head in my truck (Let's go)
Pull up on ‘em all like style
I can see a stone to buss
Calling again from my phone line, she can see the zone too much
I just hit a hoe ‘fore she know too much (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Mae]
Smokin’ the finest, I’m the finest
And he love me ‘cause I got a tight ish
I leave the room in a crisis
Too many nights, don’t know where the time went
I let him book all the flights
I’m bringin’ my friend with me to surprise him
I got him watchin’ his climax, you know that pussy is bright, sis
He wanna beat me up
He know them bitches he fuck with ain’t real as us
In the back of the Bentley truck
He buy me Chaneli, so I keep the blicky tucked
Keep it G, just how I like it, now we don’t need to recite it
Two rounds up on a PJ, too hot bitch, look, I’m a pilot
Sippin’ tequila, feelin’ like I been sippin’ by the litre
All of my diamonds shinin’ out a metre
I'mma show ‘em how to treat a keeper
Only these heels on me when he show up
In my bag, bitch, I’m finna glow up
I got ‘em hatin’ online, they don’t even know us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
Funny how it all turned out, when I see the yacht turn up (Let's go, let's go)
Niggas stay battin’ my style
Bitches say tryin’ ain’t luck (Let's go)
Sweet little bitch, she foul, but you know I love me a slut (Let's go)
Rolls-Royce pushin’ for miles, still get head in my truck (Let's go)
Pull up on ‘em all like style
I can see a stone to buss
Calling again from my phone line, she can see the zone too much
I just hit a hoe ‘fore she know too much
