Mini Kelly

[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)