Ry - Witsmore Lyrics

I ain't talking bout Prada man, I ain't looking for no advance
She talking bout private dance, her man looking really stressed
Now I'm in high demand, she begging to get me neck
She touching her toes there, she ain't even want to get undressed

She love the way I smell, she moving in closer
She touching on my body, now I'm bending her over
She got her own swag, she a little bit older
She need a new boyfriend, she done f*cking with them scrubs

Time after time when she ended most nights
She counting her chickens, she counting it right
She made her a pretty big bag for the night
She looking real good covered in my white
Now you up in the crib just tight
Cause your baby made a bag, what I did wasn't right
Hope you got a UV light, cause what I did just wasn't nice
No, it wasn't nice
No, it wasn't right
No, it wasn't right
Yeah, but she living her life

I got a baddie that's really in vouge really she care she really involved
Fashion designer, she really in vouge I got her pieces, I really gon' go
She running around like Usain Bolt Rocking her world like a iPhone gold
French on her nails and French on her toes Looking at her when I'm grabbing her throat

Niggas is dapper' When niggas talk shit, it don't even matter
Climbing a mountain, I don't need a ladder Never ask her, I know it's fatter
Mixing LV with the Baccarat Asking if she had a ride or die
She wanna be a freak in the parking lot And she told me, whip it out

Standing on business f*cking a bitch in the financial district
Dior the reason she became a christian gotta thank God, he gave me a mission
Don't hang out with people that don't even listen
I don't know how I find it offensive white diamonds in my teeth and they glistening

Yeah, they glistening, glistening

I ain't talking bout Prada man, I ain't looking for no advance
She talking bout private dance, her man looking really stressed
Now I'm in high demand, she begging to get me neck
She touching her toes there, she ain't even want to get undressed