Yes!

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah That's your ho, bet she comin' up missing Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Girl, I wanna know where you going You way too bad, I'm tryna buy you Rick Owens Look at my wrist, know it's snowing Countin' these racks, how I started my morning Counted so long, it got boring Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring I'm drippin', I'm feelin' important When I let this shit bang, I ain't giving no warning Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress Yes, yes, with these racks, I might make me a mess [Verse] Rodеo drive in the Bentlеy, I did that like 2016 I'm a rude boy, I'm not friendly, some of my niggas bang big B's I pull out my dick and she kissin' me That's your ho, bet she comin' up missing These clothes that I'm rockin', they fitting (Clayco, cook it up) These racks in my pants, they ain't fitting He tried to draw drown like I'm not the one, I'm like, "Boy, you must be kidding" Bitch, I'm the number one stunner, no laxative, on these lil' niggas, I'm shitting Big forty-one on my wrist, yeah, it's froze, but somehow that bitch keep on ticking I got them blue hundreds straight out the ATM, I can't count it 'cause they sticking [Chorus] Girl, I wanna know where you going You way too bad, I'm tryna buy you Rick Owens Look at my wrist, know it's snowing Countin' these racks, how I started my morning Counted so long, it got boring Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring I'm drippin', I'm feelin' important When I let this shit bang, I ain't giving no warning Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress Yes, yes, with these racks, I might make me a mess [Outro] (ClayCo cook it up)