I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it

The more that you call, I ain't feelin' it

I wanna, ay

Ay (Taurus)

I gave a stripper the best of me

Ay, ay

I gave a stripper the best of me

I gave a good ho the less of me

Ay, ay, yeah

Ay

I gave a stripper the best of me

I gave a good ho what's left of me

She wish she had a lean recipe

Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly

I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it

The more that you call me, the more I ain't feelin' it

I got a problem remembering

Back on them bars like I'm waitin' for sentencing

SVR Range at the residence

Woke up the neighbors, they think I be sellin' shit

And my ***** just found me a better *****

If her watch all V's, she a veteran

Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns

Free slime, I'ma still drink for em' (Taurus)

I'm paid, but this **** gettin' boring

My son ain't even like his new Rick Owens

Shit, look, ayy

Hunnid thousand time teller, and it's all rose

She'll show it, she'll sell it and I'm all for it

Just pray my brothers never get jealous, 'cause nigga, what's mine is yours

She too pretty to be that messy, *****, I ain't got time for it

She too pretty to be that—, uh, *****, I ain't got time for it

Trackhawk, stomp the gas

She got whiplash

Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad

Trackhawk, stomp the gas

She got whiplash

Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad

I boss up a city girl, call me Tunevert

Haha

Ay, ay

I boss up a city girl, call me Tunevert

Pay the refs, and place a bet, that's how the game work