[Verse 1: Jupiluxe]
Known to stack big checks, yeah
On that chex mix
Hating from the sideline, we both know i'm the bitch that she wanna have sex with...
Show off to me, who you tryna impress?
Get out the dm, not finna see em, I don’t do free shit
And i don't do playboy
No i don't play, boy
There ain’t a price tag
That could get me out my jeans
Ain't selling my sex, boy
What you finna say, boy?
Milking the bag, you make me laugh
You can keep up with none of my tricks on my big bread shit

[Verse 2: Jupiluxe]
Notice that big check
Yeah, baby
All real shit, real shit
I heard you been having your moments with some of these fakes and that's too bad, now
Imma ask you a quick q even though you prolly gon say yеs
I wanna know if you wanna see what tricks i got all up in my bag
Flick of the wrist
How i twist these words to my bеnefit
If my tongue game good how you think i'm finna be
When i get all up in the bed
Ain't tryna be crude
Ain't tryna be rude
But i'm tryna tell you
What i'm tryna do
What i’m tryna do is
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Jupiluxe]
Fill in the blank
Girl, what you think
You looking nice
Pour you a drink
I don’t really smoke and i don't really slang
But i stack plenty bread, getting money in the bank

[Bridge: Jupiluxe]
Girl, what you think, tell me what you think
Girl, what you think, tell me what you think
Girl, what you think, tell me what you think
Girl, what you think

[Outro: Sade]
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago, western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo, love for sale