[Intro: Raf Sandou]
Murder in my feeling, uh
That b trynna leave me, uh
That b trynna locked up in a island in this [?] fuckin' woah (Skrrt skrrt, let's go)

[Chorus: Jeffrey White]
Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Run it
Add it
Add it
Add it
You haven't seen shit
St. Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist
[Verse 1: Mason Home]
All of my diamonds, live from dungeon, got new percocet (woah woah)
Freak electric, I connected, probably I can hit (Woah woah)
Fuck is you kidding mе? I only fell in love the jеwellery (Woah woah)
Smokin' the hella strongest, lil bitch I do foolery (Woah woah)
Send a couple bitches to my crib, I don't need that shit
Spent a couple dollas for my jeans, I don't fit that shit
Free my brotha brothas, I still tryin' to couple hits (Woah woah)
Keep my hunnit thousand I just want that couple tits (Woah woah)

[Verse 2: Kid Milli]
New crib, 3rd floor
Bitches want, me
For crying out loud
Putting hot sauce in rubber
Status over 9
Preparing for the pick and roll
Choose your side
Mnet 만 보며 하니 없지 음악 중심
8CT rock on it
절대 아냐 wedding용이
I just wanna fuck meuf
Bordeaux vin blanc, cheers
Curve, I'm not talkin bout the live ting, truck
From the Germany skrrt on your team
I'm not yours bitch 꺼져 멀리
[Chorus: Jeffrey White]
Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Run it
Add it
Add it
Add it
You haven't seen shit
St. Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist

[Verse 3: Raf Sandou]
Give me head, head, head, head, head, head
Anywhere, where, where, where
Suckin' like vamp, vamp, vamp, vamp
She like a bat, bat, bat, bat, bat
Bitch keep beggin'
Oh oh oh oh
I'm bout to
Hit it from top
I'm bout to
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Baby let that smoke
My pocket goin' fatter um
1999 what the fuck was happenin'
All my brothers never die what you talkin' about it
Yeah, back to Tokyo hit the gas and shit I'm on it
Back in the day used to hit her now I ain't playin'
All these pussy ass corny hoes
Never touch this shit again
Prada girl put that ring bling yeah I'm with my chain
I'm certified bitch already know about it
[Bridge: Raf Sandou]
Murder in my feeling, uh
That b trynna leave me, uh
That b trynna locked up in a island in this [?] fuckin' woah (Skrrt skrrt, let's go)

[Chorus]
Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Run it
Add it
Add it
Add it
You haven't seen shit
St. Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist