Please

[Intro]

What’s goin on here why is everything chrome

Yeah

Nigga please

Nigga please

Yeah

[Verse]

It’s the one I’m Beatrice drunk your deal in a week (In a week)

Fat engine in the Jeep hear this bitch from down the street (Down the street)

Rock thousand dollar jeans twenty dollar white tee

Ten milly with a gee nigga it ain’t nothing sweet

You tell that bitch “Good morning queen” she ain’t nun but a freak

Dark Cartiers on my face I’m in this motha fucka geeked

I’m with blitz I’m with queens bust a pint and I get skied might be with [?] might be with ruga somewhere drenching in the P’s

They say “Papi, you a Muslim how you drench in Christian D” (Christian D)

You know I do what I do I tell a bitch to mind they be

That nigga played and got [?] nigga that’s just how it be (Be)

Call her the braid forth and sixty bitch that mean we going deep (We going deep)

Nigga I’m a Louis Vuitton crusher I feel like I’m skate p

Real dope boy I might mix Amiri with Celine

She said “You, ain’t got chrome glasses told that bitch nah that ain’t me”