El Intro

She’s got the flow, don’t you see the tattoos?
We put on the show, she’s got everything to break through
Pretty face, check, nice body set
She gives her soul and doesn’t have to stress

Hey, what do you want me to sing?
Or flow like a gangster?
Should I dress flashy or classy?
They want something new but crave the same old thing
How interesting
You all decide, I keep cashing those checks, big time
Paying for VVS, the bags, and the implants

But it’s all chill, all mellow
Everything’s sweet like caramel
For me, this shit’s a kick
I win twenty times on the games
Half a cup, LaMelo

Chill, no shade, I prefer my coffee sweet with molasses
The closet looks like a Sullivan with all this excess
Certified by NASA
This little horse, if she doesn’t hit, she’s outta luck

And I’m all in, VV diamonds
G AMG, Caitlyn from three
In my DMs, all DTF
And I’ve got twenty-four in the crew and I don’t share Kobe beef
I like sending her flowers that shine, Van Cleef
You’re not rolling with me even to the corner, dude, please
If that label of yours is dying to give you the release