[Chorus]
Toot up the Maybach, this ain't no S-Class
This some shit you can't afford
You shouldn't say that, I do not play that
This some shit you can't control
She never been in a Bentley for real
And she never seen her a Rolls
I never gave y'all the method for real
Cause that just ain't how this shit go
This bitch asked me where my manners at
Cause I ain't open up the door
You steady askin' where the bitches at
But you can't open up a hoe's legs
The Maybach white like cocaine
I ain't trippin' bout your trust lil' bitch just go, dang
I might go hop on a jet, and beat up this bitch pussy in Atlanta
She suckin' my dick like she blowin' a swisher, she drink me up like some Fanta
''You do not know what I do"
I might just go tax that lil' bitch for that banter
I'm bout to sleep just to clear my mind, that shit blew me like a candle (Phew)
[Bridge]
(Yeah, the lil bitch blew my mind)
(I'm bout to go hit the hay, yeah)
(Just to clear my mind)
(I said, no lil bitch, you cannot fuck with the guys)
(You switching your story up now, and you telling me lies)
[Verse]
I pop a Tesla, in a Tesla, at the Tesla dealership
Pop another Tesla, get your check up, I can tell you not about your business
So many pointers in the watch, It took a lil comma out of my bank
Then I said, fuck all that money, and did me a show, and I made it all back
Bitch, your hoe threw it back in my face, and your lil' bitch tryna give me some cake
Hop out the truck, and it's swingin' that Drac
I went and hopped from the Rango' to Range
I can't decide bout the Range or the Wraith
I got a bitch that'll eat it for some pape
She suck my dick till I bust on her face
In the Bentley Bentayga, she suckin' the gang
Real quick to tell a bitch no, and I'm real quick to go fuck yo' hoe
Look at my wrist, it's on snow cone
When yo' bitch see the diamonds, she gon' go
I keep a pistol, I'm packin' that pressure
Yo' bitch wanna suck me up, I might just let her
Go Bentley truck, we finna fuck up the leather
Fuck money up, I blew a bag on my dental (Ugh)
[Chorus]
Toot up the Maybach, this ain't no S-Class
This some shit you can't afford
You shouldn't say that, I do not play that
This some shit you can't control
She never been in a Bentley for real
And she never seen her a Rolls
I never gave y'all the method for real
Cause that just ain't how this shit go
This bitch asked me where my manners at
Cause I ain't open up the door
You steady askin' where the bitches at
But you can't open up a hoe's legs
The Maybach white like cocaine
I ain't trippin' bout your trust lil' bitch just go, dang
I might go hop on a jet, and beat up this bitch pussy in Atlanta
She suckin' my dick like she blowin' a swisher, she drink me up like some Fanta
''You do not know what I do"
I might just go tax that lil' bitch for that banter
I'm bout to sleep just to clear my mind, that shit blew me like a candle (Phew)