Super Hits

[Intro]
Karpenters (Karpenters)
Super hits (Super hits)
Layin' it down
Layin' it down, 91
And we don't— and we don't stop

[Verse]
Metaphysical format, it's all that
Make them poets draw back
Massagin' the sores outta her crack
Who the big dogs? Let me know the Saint Bernards in rap
I'm in charge, relax
Layin' up in the Rolls EWB
Interior got her delirious, y'all can all see
Money spread in my hand like cheddar cheese
It's a million just to kick a light breeze
Atlantic Records gave me the electric Spectra
Writin' for your favorite artists, over three hundred G's
No license, I used to fuck a bad bitch at the DMV
She say her hairstylist do the same hair for Cardi B
And Megan Thee Stallion
All my shirts silk and Italian
Walkin' the streets just to buy when I'm browsin'
Long coats, nothin' but Fendi outfits
Lambos, ajarred doors, you can see I'm outchea
Travel with Louis bags on the Lear
Furniture buyer, I got them special-made chandiliers
Jacob the Jeweler, eight or nine yachts on the pier
I like 'em slim like Lakeyah
Fettuccine in Barcelona, chicks wet from my aroma
Dominican baseball player, always hittin' homers
Mexican convoy boots from Tony Roma's
Travel around the world, you see the Ferrari turnin' corners
Tinted windows make 'em feel private
Let her put that MAC up on her eyelids
Take her shopping, get that lower mileage
Let her drive a Benz in Long Island
Great neck, ask Shaniqua 'bout Massapequa

[Outro]
Karpenters, Karpenters, Karpenters
Karpenters
Bring it down