I Know

Lyrics

[Chorus] I know what you like, yeah I know how to hit it right, yeah Let's be toxic for the night She all on my [?] tryna swipe I got a big bankroll on me, I'm better off alone She trying her hardest to get to me It's just money and hoes, all through my explore page I'm in a tank sliding down the fast lane, pop shit like Champagne I put diamonds on her pussy, she built like a disco ball with that booty You can miss me with that bullshit, tryna give you my all, the fullest But you'd rather run around in circles girl, I sware you losing it Come fly away in the Bentley with me, baby We don't go to sleep [Verse] [?] bitch stay mad at me, wake up and join this fantasy Ice glacier water on my wrist, Im drowning slowly YSL spread all over the counter, she picking out everything Pick her up on a Tuesday, she with her friends, I'm with my niggas just hop in I'm leveling up, still tryna advance She got that (Hawk tuah!), goddamn Make her go to sleep, I can't make her roll for me My cup like beauty and the beast she break like Paula when I leave Got me like slow down, girl I just took a rocket, flowing outer space, welcome to the new world I ain't got to check, no location, she stay home with her homegirl She love her Chanel bags and her Goiard, hit the restart button if you acting out of pocket won't go far I was just broke as fuck, I wish all of my haters luck She want me to hit, ain't got no puff Bitch, I'm a grown man, I'm holding my nuts Designer keeping my body warm, geeked up in the foreign He think he got more money than me, making me laugh, Martin Laurance Cross your fingers, close your eyes She get to running when I'm inside Put a blindfold on her, she won a prize 3 black tracks with me, we all got pipes But I'm tryna keep it cool Stay low key thinking bout the [?] She in love with being rude She standing on business, that's why I want you [Chorus] I know what you like, yeah I know how to hit it right, yeah Let's be toxic for the night She all on my [?] tryna swipe I got a big bankroll on me, I'm better off alone She trying her hardest to get to me It's just money and hoes, [?] my explore page I'm [?] down the fast lane, pop shit like Champagne I put diamonds on her pussy, feel like a disco ball with that booty You can miss me with that bullshit, tryna [?] But you'd rather run around [?] girl, I sware you losing it Come fly away in the Bentley with me, baby We don't [?] the same