Honda - Kyrie, Black Ro$e

I’m that next door shawty

One you take home to ya moms

Handling this money me and savings got a bond

I’m 9+1, times that multiplied

Assets below the waist and they maturing over time, (damn)

I just f**k up commas

Sweat me like a sauna

I had that ‘Keelah glow-up like my name was Keke Palmer

What you know about it?

Bet you can’t live without it

I leave these n***as twisted after bending on my body

Unh

(Hook)

You know you look good

Go head and get it mama

You know you look good

Go head and get it mama

Go head and get it mama

I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda

You know you look good

Go head and get it mama

You know you look good

Go head and get it mama

Go head and get it mama

I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda

I give this work that I make a n***a run his credit high

Wifey vibes that make a player change his mind

Can’t be the type to slow my drive, I’m going 95

HOV on 405

24/7, no passenger side

Run these dollar signs like A$AP

All my girls got drive like a race track, unh

They gon' be the ones that ya face stank at

Counting all these ones, stay single like that

F**k that bread up

Get that lettuce

All that mayo, still can’t ketchup

Wish a b**** would try to mess with my cupboard

Gotta rap sheet but it’s wrapped, no cover

Show up at the club with the girls, no cover

Senioritas, Magaritas

Got ‘em from her baby boy and then

Tyrese’d ‘em (Tyrese'd ‘em)

I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda

I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a —

Keep my wrist so icy frosty but it’s cold in these streets

I don’t need a snowman tryna show off for me

The type that’s flaky raining false promises from the sky

The type that stay winter fresh when it’s hot like Dubai

I ain’t ask you for no pay stub I’ma put that in layman’s

If you start with flexing rollies, roll back with who you came with

I need, boss n***a ain’t talking 6 figures

If you stepping to the plate, gotta be a heavy hitter

Hitter when it come to that box

Up in the litter like it’s yo' cat

Done with the games I’m over Nintendo

Cut your roll if you cannot act

Claim you a rider show the Car Fax

My time pricy, I charge tax

All my n***as know I wear the slacks

Mr. Miyagi b**** I’m on wax, ouu

(Hook)