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Prznt, Khaki
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I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
Please don't bring your girl to the front row
'Cause she's gon' wanna come with us to the night show
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
Private chauffeur for the ghost or the jet
Twelve below she want if she payin' by the net
I ain't gotta go fish, I'm the catch
And she said they gon' switch, bring her bae
Hair done, nails match the Goyard bag
Tummy tucked, Louis clutch, she ain't payin' for the tag
I got what you need, everything on flash
Ice Cartier, wrist bleed, I'm a red flag
Takin' pics like she need no man
Solo trips, girl, we know that dance
She finessin' that trick, got the face in advance
Drop the act, script the script, gotta switch up the plan
Take a sip, flick a switch inside the Lambo'
Pico on my wrist, it's like a Geisha way my hand glow
Six whips swervin' through the sticks like we got ammo
Blue tick, gotta tag my shit up on your 'Gram, ho
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
Please don't bring your girl to the front row
'Cause she's gon' wanna come with us to the night show
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout whatever, I can take away the stress
Girl, you can take away the dress
I got what you need if you start to feel replaced
Yeah, I can make you feel blessed
Leather quilted seats, double R, got finesse
Yeah, you can click and make it flex
Stars in the ceiling, got the shellackin' possessed
I just whispered in her ear and told her, "Welcome to the set"
Windscreen tinted with a press
Headrest printed with my crest
Feel her heartbeat comin' out her chest
She just looked me in the eyes and said she feelin' obsessed
They can't do it like we do it for the night show
Diamonds hittin' different, got me shinin' like a light show
I ain't playin' chess, just flick a switch and let the dice roll
Whole scene froze when we step up out the white Ghost
I'm on it all, check
Bitches in line, next
We ain't never need no wrist
We buy whatever