My wrist

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yee, hoo
Look at my wrist
Look at my fits
Look at my bi-- hey
Look at my whips
Look at her lips matchin' my drip
Hey
Shawty can tell I've been gettin' cash by the tips
Hey
Look at my Rolls
Look at the rims, and they on slicks
What?
Just look at this don, look at her friends
Look at my bi--, send her to-- hey
Shawty couldn't take it with the lick on my lips
Hey
Wait 'til we get to the house, we in back of the Lyft
Yeah, yeah
Go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubber bands
Yeah, yeah
I couldn't wait, I went sippin' it out of the can
Yeah
This is a fetish, I'm keepin' some hoes wherever I'm stayin'
Yeah
Pockets on lettuce, shit, radish and blue cheese, no ranch
Yeah
You want the Patek?
Yes
Still gotta run it up, run it up, run it up
Ooh
Hand me my bag-bag
She want it harder, Hannah Montana
Woo
Money no tag
Tag
Lately, we're milking that
Ooh
They want that- they want that- they want that bounce back
They drown the spot
Yeah
I was so hype
Hype
Travis Scott, I might
Might
Never lie on Christ
Sike
Eat an ounce a night
Night
I can't lie, I'm sheist
Sheist
Talked a lot, now signed
Now signed
Aces, baby gold diamonds
Diamonds
Michael Jackson in prime
And I'm back
Woo
Look at my wrist
Look at my- look at my blunts, they kiss
Ahh, ahh
I'm splitting that twerk, I'm splitting that wig
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Pull up in mosh pit, I don't rock for