New Tradition - nessly

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, I lift an arm up on the Fisker Karma

Bring that beef right to your street like you want some shawarma

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love, ooh, yeah

Mount Fuji wrist, yeah, too much drip, yeah

Too delish', I made both 'em kiss (Mwah)

We got pots, we got scales, like we fryin' fish

I got pints not on sale, my dealer my dietician

Like a bitch who won’t get married, well, you won’t be missed

Hundred thousand at the judge to get the case dismissed

I touch way too many hundreds, got blue fingerprints

All this water in my chains, they playin' battleship

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love, yeah

Mount Fuji wrist, cut the foolishness

I baptized my wrist in VV’s, a brand new tradition

She wanna see just how I’m livin', buy a movie ticket

My fingerprint all on them hundreds, bitch, I do forensics (Yeah)

Everything high fashion, two thousand for my fabrics

Cartier eyeglass, I see you ridin' past

I fucked her like I’m in a rush, her body an hourglass

I told her drop on both of her knees, I’m tryna do arts and crafts (Yeah)

She suck me 'til I prune, my Louis Jeff Koons

I pour a two stick on my side like I’m in a saloon

My crib the highest level up, reach my room by the loon

She said she starving, stuck her hand in my Fruit of the Loom, but…

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love

We’re not in love, we’re not in love