Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Too many commas, Prada on the collar
Feel like T'Challa, or young Sinatra
I never called her, your girl a stalker
Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Pull up to the plaza, that ain't a Honda
If you got prob bro, got choppers, we could solve you
My spanish bitches always say the chain is agua
Flexing new gas on them like I got to
Pendant hanging on the chain look like an Oscar
The way I drip is too fire, going turn to lava
That bussdown magic, f*cking Harry Potter
My wardrobe is Dasani, whip is like a washer
Suckers tried to talk tough, turn them into joggers
Wonder how the duffel bag is heavy as E. Honda
No cap, thought they money long, my money longer
Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Too many commas, Prada on the collar
Feel like T'Challa, or young Sinatra
I never called her, your girl a stalker
Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Pull up to the plaza, that ain't a Honda
If you got prob bro, got choppers, we could solve you
My spanish bitches always say the chain is agua
So many strokes up in your bitch, that's Arnold Palmer
Haagen Dazs around my neck, my shit designer
This too heavy, I can't even keep my posture
They flexing on the Gram, living with they Momma
I got a problem, swear I can't turn off the water
Could take a shower when I'm dripping that Gabbana
Got hoes on that Marvin Gaye, they want to holler
Way they eating on that dick, these bitches Dahmer
Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Too many commas, Prada on the collar
Feel like T'Challa, or young Sinatra
I never called her, your girl a stalker
Whole lot of gualla, a lot of dollars
Pull up to the plaza, that ain't a Honda
If you got prob bro, got choppers, we could solve you
My spanish bitches always say the chain is agua