shell

Ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh, whoa
Whoa
(Ayo, Ian)
Yeah, yeah
Love me like you wanted to
Rolling off a blunt or two
I know what she want, want, want
She can't get to me (Yeah)
Hop out and my wrist so clean
Drop out in that new Celine (Yeah)
V12, you can feel the Jeep (Hmm)
Chanel holding up the jeans (Yeah)
Uh, she feeling me (What?)
Uh, I can tell
Roll another shell (Yeah)
We can cop one at the Shell
Like, ooh (Ooh)
I know she down (She down), oh, yeah
I can hit you up the next time I'm in town (In town)
Ten hour sessions (Yeah), bad bitches texting
Spent more on taxes than I made in last year
Been off that fast shit (Yeah)
Rolling, I'm relaxing
All she want my passion
But, shawty, that ain't lasting
Moving fast, yeah
She ain't used to V12's (No)
Brand new bag, yeah, the Fendi need a seatbelt (Yeah)
Not no lease, but the Jeep got some detail (Got some detail)
I can't crease these Balenci's, I need resale (Yeah)
She always **** me up, but she mean well (But, she mean well)
And I'm down to run it up, if you for real (If you're for real)
Yeah, I said I'd do my best but I'm better, uh, I'm better, yeah
I just copped the Moncler for the weather (For the weather, yeah)
Shit is strange, I dunno who I can trust (Who to trust)
Switching lanes, I'm just out here on a run (On a run)
All these chains on my neck, I feel exhausted (I'm exhausted)
I want bank, I didn't sign up for these problems (For these problems)
Love me like you wanted to
Rolling off a blunt or two
I know what she want, want, want
She can't get to me (Yeah)
Hop out and my wrist so clean
Drop out in that new Celine (Yeah)
V12, you can feel the Jeep (Hmm)
Chanel holding up the jeans (Yeah)
Uh, she feeling me (What?)
Uh, I can tell
Roll another shell (Yeah)
We can cop one at the Shell
Like, ooh (Ooh)
I know she down (She down), oh, yeah
I can hit you up the next time I'm in town (In town)
Rolling off—
One, one, one
Yeah