in & out - mike.

I could fuck lil momma with no lip-lock

Bitch you know what time it is on this watch

Got that loud stuff in a zip-loc

And the cops outside tell 'em «kick rocks»

I got models coming in and out

You know what I’m saying

I got it in, gotta get it out

You know what I’m saying

Still got the drip when I’m in the drought

You what I’m saying

Better not slip on the way out

You know what I’m saying

You know what I’m saying

Running round doing shit I can’t acknowledge

I’m gone and you still ain’t being honest

You should tell 'em what you told me back in August

That no one can make you cum like I did (that's facts)

Bad bitches all gone pick 'em up

All your friends been tryna link with us

Can’t blame me my phone ringing up

Ring ring ringing up

I got money to fold

I got money to blow

Oh you singing and swimming

I got some money to float

We both wanted the real

I just wanted it more

We got cops at the door

I can’t talk anymore, yeah

Don’t get lost in the sauce

Know what I’m saying

Don’t be spending until you know the cost

Know what I’m saying

Don’t get lost in the sauce

Know what I’m saying

Don’t get lost

Tryna win your little games

You know what I’m saying

And doors go up like they been feeling down

Karmas a bitch that I like to keep around

This music in my head so fucking loud

And it’s the only thing that keep me round

Keep it down I’m saying

I might be the flyest (I might)

I’m so fly that the pilot

Called me to come and fly it

I ran it up yeah you can check the mileage (I ran it up)

Check the watch, check the diamonds

It just shows it’s perfect timing

Better watch your fucking tongue

And what you say to me

Cause the way you talk

The fucking talk that ain’t okay with me

Better walk that walk or walk

Or bitch ass away from me

Don’t be calling my phone

Unless you got a fucking play for me

Bad bitches all gone pick 'em up

All your friends been tryna link with us

Can’t blame me my phone ringing up

Ring ring ringing up

I got money to fold

I got money to blow

Oh you singing and swimming

I got some money to float

We both wanted the real

I just wanted it more

We got cops at the door

I can’t talk anymore, yeah

Don’t get lost in the sauce

Know what I’m saying

Don’t be spending until you know the cost

Know what I’m saying

Don’t get lost in the sauce

Know what I’m saying

Don’t get lost

Tryna win your little games

You know what I’m saying

I got models coming in and out

You know what I’m saying

I got it in, gotta get it out

You know what I’m saying

Still got the drip when I’m in the drought

You what I’m saying

Better not slip on the way out

You know what I’m saying

You know what I’m saying

You know what I’m saying this whole time

I told you we were gonna be right here

And I told you this would happen