[Intro: Pressa]
Uh
She want me fall in love with a bag, I'm in love with my VVS
I don't even know lil' shawty name, I treat her just like a CPN
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Pressa]
She want me fall in love with a bag, I'm in love with my VVS
I don't even know lil' shawty name, I treat her just like a CPN
We put a n***a on TMZ, then we gon' switch on that VPN
Lil' bro don't know where to slide, he had to put on GPS
I'm duckin' feds, ETL
I'm big Wass, not STN
I'm eatin' steak, STK
Used to get them grams from BBM
Her boyfriend a joke, comedian
She even know wherе the demon is
I feel like Frank
I madе the snow fall just like I'm Damson, yeah

[Verse 2: Why G]
And we gon' jump on that plane, YYZ to LIN
And these look like regular pants, but these Louis V denim
And these is CD glasses, that's Christian Dior my lens
Keep a G30 when I'm in my Benz
Fill it with hollows
I eat spaghetti when I'm in Milano
I'm a big raptor, I shoot like Dalano
I'ma just press [at the skull?] like piano
I feel like the mafia, this shit is Soprano
The .40 hit him up just like volcano
Put him in a casket then give him a halo
I'm cookin' up dope and it look just like mayo
My opps, they fish, call 'em Filet-O
The brick just landed, it came in the mail
The glizzy land on heads, never tails
Put a shell on his back just like a snail
And these n***as so easy to kill, oh well