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So I called Tyga, right? Told him I'm getting an itch man I feel like I wanna show him how to do this shit correctly again You ready?! Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it Park anywhere 'cause the chauffer in it Hold up, yo plug in my phone Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it Park anywhere 'cause the chauffer in it Sipping añejo my head spinning And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand I was out in Tuluma, she flew from Cabo Man these rappers is so good at telling novels When I say it's Well Done I just hit up Drama This the food for your soul like I'm speaking gospel And I strangle the beat like I head-locked it She gon' pull it and twist it and mm bop it I'm a king, ain't nothing you can do about it She don't speak no English, she too exotic And she never could sing but she get melodic It's a pussy party and my dick invited SongtexteNow she's blowing my phone like a psychotic Baby lower your tone, you're too excited I'ma take off the top and she top the body And I send her my wrist, got the ice around it And I'm getting my money, you getting grounded Don't be disrespecting, put respect up on it Let's go, ayy Make a home movie with a bop in it Big closet you can shop in it Red Bugatti with a Glock in it Street sweeper with a mop in it All hits bitch, don't skip it She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon In your section you got no women Let's go, ayy Make a home movie with a bop in it Big closet you can shop in it Red Bugatti with a Glock in it Street sweeper with a mop in it All hits bitch, don't skip it She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon In your section you got no women Let's go I'm that nigga hoes always run back Two two right now in my bed, yeah If you wanna stay with me say "Yeah yeah" And they watching my methods like Redman I just opened an escrow on new land Niggas shooting their shot with a bad hand When I'm smacking her ass leave a handprint (Well Done) Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it Park anywhere 'cause the chauffer in it Sipping añejo my head spinning And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand Let's go, ayy Make a home movie with a bop in it Big closet you can shop in it Red Bugatti with a Glock in it Street sweeper with a mop in it All hits bitch, don't skip it She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon In your section you got no women Yeah, so we out of mixtape retirement (I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it) I wanna spend some new money So that means I gotta make some new money (Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it) Well Done Fever Aus Songtexte Mania