Ybn Nahmir, G-Eazy, Offset — 2 Seater
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Got it on Smash
Yeah, yeah
Go Grizz
Ha-ha, you already know, yeah
Hitmaka
Two-seater run with your bitch (Ooh)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Speeding)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich (I’m rich)
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out
Two-seater run with your bitch (Woo)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo (Yeah)
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out (Yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by you
I just told a bad bitch «Slide through» (Slide)
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through
Whip the Ferrari through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru, uh
High as an Einstein IQ, yeah (I-I-IQ)
She gon’ get my name as a tattoo (Tattoo)
No square shit, that’s a table
Let’s do no boy Malibu
YBN, she skiin’
He tap out, put G in
Lil’ bad bitch, Korean
Hop out my whip, European
On Broadway, like all day
Know I fuck with Nahmir, yeah, the long way
She just left my hotel
Did a clean walk of shame down the hallway (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Money with the squad, get money with the squad, get money with the squad (Squad)
Put that on God, man, I stay on my job, it’s the young heartthrob
Money with the squad, get money with the squad, get money with the squad (Get money)
Put that on God, man, I stay on my job, it’s the young heartthrob
Two-seater run with your bitch (Ooh)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Speeding)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich (I’m rich)
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out
Two-seater run with your bitch (Woo)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo (Yeah)
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out (Yeah)
Ridin’ with a thick bitch, wrist on big shit, top down coupe with the stick shift
On your bitch wish-list, YBN big fist, shrimp-ass nigga, you a fish-stick
Smokin’ pre-rolled with a bad ho, drop that zero, fuck with a hero
I’m on South beach on a jetski, bitch tryna find me like Nemo
Bankrolls, all hundreds, yeah, that’s your bitch? I want her, yeah
If the bitch outta pocket, I shoot like a rocket
Hundred round drum on the stick, I’m poppin’
Two-seater run with your bitch (Ooh)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Speeding)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich (I’m rich)
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out
Two-seater run with your bitch (Woo)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
Runnin’ through bands, I’m rich
Everything president tints
I’m on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew’d out
On the back seat with the extendo (Woo, woo, woo)
Smokin’ indoor with my jewels out (Offset!)
Money with the gang but baguettes on her chain (Gang)
Mulsanne in the rain, now the coupe with no brain (Brain)
Clout on their name but they do this shit for fame (Clout)
Eatin’ candy-cane and it got a neck sprain (Whew)
I’m a pimp with the game with these diamonds on my ring (Pimp)
Let the gang hit her, we don’t even know her name (Who?)
Mixed, Margiela with Alexander Wang (Mixed)
Countin’ up the money ’til my thumb got sprained (Ah)
These niggas be cap, their money not the same (Cap)
Shawty ass fat, can I offer you a drink? (Fat)
There’s a nigga in the back, he don’t talk, he insane (Shh)
Hit ’em with the flames and he dropping the names (Drop)
Ooh, it’s a shame, she got curls in her frame (Ooh)
Hit her one time with your bitch and the gang (Hey)
Nigga taking my drip, might as well take my name (Huh)
See these niggas plottin’ and they watchin’, tryna hate (Brrat)
Walkin’ in the bank (Bank), take it out the bank (Bank)
My daughter is the same (Same), no limit with the tank
Made a hundred bands (Bands), plus a hundred bands (Bands)
Plus another half a million, do the Running Man (Bands)
Your baby momma ain’t nothin’, what you nutted in? (Nothin’)
You want smoke «Uh-, uh-,» got you stutterin’ («Uh-, uh-«)
Hoppin’ on a jet, goin’ to the motherland (Jet)
Got another check, then I did the Running Man (Check)
