(Chorus)
Gold in my champagne
Your s**t blank, boy your s**t lame
Probably just like your d**k game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
F**k these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane
(Verse 1)
Who the f**k told you to not have no chill?
Who the f**k told you we splitting that bill?
Who the f**k told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know f**king right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep staring at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshooting with Kobe
You Photoshop b*tches be needing Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still looking for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothaf**ka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire
(Repeat Chorus)
(Post Chorus)
Do it for the ni**as
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Do it for the ni**as
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Girl I ain’t gon do it
Nah I ain’t gon do it
(Repeat Chorus & Post Chorus)
(Bridge)
He said, Arch your back
I ain’t gon do it
He said, Kiss my neck
I ain’t gon do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, Arch your back
I ain’t gon do it
He said, Kiss my neck
I ain’t gon do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bi**h
(Repeat Chorus & Post Chorus)
