Messages (feat. J-Riich) Video (MV)

Call my bros and we pull up
Shotty on his lap
Zipped up with his hood up
We didn't do shit
But you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Five to six cups
Flooded on the floor
Neighbors and the police
Won't stop knocking at my door
You keep calling my phone
Leaving messages
But you don't get what the message is
Pull up with the crew we the team
It's some shit you might have heard
But it's shit you've never seen
For the music she a hoe
She a fiend
Yeah you know she want the P
Cuz it's me an 803
In the limelight
I be shinning
On my left wrist
Bar set
That's a diamond
All this yapping on
Why you whining
No matter how late
Walk in
Perfect timing
I done ran through so many bitches like a trickster
Marc Jacobs bag
And I bought these bitches Goyard
Any time of day
You know J-Riich gonna go hard
This life moving quick
Real fast like its Nascar
I've been on the road
Lotta women getting money
As a rapper that's how your life gonna go
She be hitting up my phone
She be calling out my name
Why she out here acting like my main
Pull up four seater
Cuz we end up in the back seat
Callin my name
And she scream J back me
And I got you
And beside me
Is your best friend
Why you leave a message
When you don't get the message
Yeah she messing with the flow
With the fit
With the fit
She ain't stepping on my toes
She ain't stepping on my kicks
I'm just tryna f*ck
I'm not one to do the chit chat
Pull up and I dive deep
In it like splish splash
Call my bros and we pull up
Shotty on his lap zipped up with his hood up
We didn't do shit but you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Five to six cups
Flooded on the floor
Neighbors and the police
Won't stop knocking at my door
You keep calling my phone
Leaving messages
But you don't get what the message is
I called my bro
And he told me that
That hoe would trip
My clothes priceless bitch
You cannot count the fit
See a table full of legends I'm like
"Where I sit?"
Table full of smokers
Need an ounce of it
Can't smoke like Snoop
They like "J-Riich a dog"
The way I get these bitches
You gotta catalog
Music on music
All I make is hits
I'm tryna go down a great
And be on everyones list
Yeah
Holt Renfrew
Spend a couple racks
Only talked to her for a day
She attached
But she spending time with me
So you know that she snatched up
Yeah you know that she snatched up
Spent a couple week ends
Writing in the deeps ends
Make a couple bangers
They like crack
And you tweaking
I'm putting shit down
Are you peeping
Are you peeping what they leaking
Call my bros and we pull up
Shotty on his lap
Zipped up with his hood up
We didn't do shit
But you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Five to six cups
Flooded on the floor
Neighbors and the police
Won't stop knocking at my door
You keep calling my phone
Leaving messages
But you don't get what the message is
Call my bros and we pull up
Shotty on his lap
Zipped up with his hood up
We didn't do shit
But you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Yeah you know that we could've
Five to six cups
Flooded on the floor
Neighbors and the police
Won't stop knocking at my door
You keep calling my phone
Leaving messages
But you don't get what the message is