Cuban link, diamond cross
I got a Spanish Chiquita, no habla ingles
Not at all
Cut up three lines like Adidas
She clean that shit up with her nose
And I got a kilo, no Kilimanjaro baby
Just a mountain of coke
Oh, mami
This a new 'Rari
Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner
Then she bent it for me sideways
I might have to fuck her on the highway
Oh, mami
I got blue molly, I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murukami
Bitch I'm fucking styling
I might say I love her but I'm lying
Bend it over slow cause daddy I know how you like it
Backseat of the 'Rari pulling over just to ride it
Make you get down on your knees
Can’t always have what you please
This bitch ain’t coming for free
Sippin' on Vodka
Let’s go hit the slopes
Dripping in Prada
Get caught up in the snow
Bonnie and Clyde
You know I carry a knife
You should be scared for your life
You know I don't play nice
Oh, mami
This a new 'Rari
Hit one-fifty on the dash
I bent the corner, ugh now bend it for me sideways
I might have to fuck her on the highway
I don’t want to take this call
I'm too high, red eyes
She might even take the fall
If I ask her
Baby pop it backwards
Acting extra
But she’s never been an actress
Oh, mami, this a new 'Rari
Bitch I'm fucking styling
I don’t need no stylist—
All of my dogs they be whyling
Fuck a double date
Double down on everything I say
You can bring a friend, but she don’t get to stay
Guarantee she’ll end up leaving anyway
Never play
Dog watch out
Dark flames when my doors swing out
Switch lanes on a one-way route
Switchblade make your blood pour out
Make it rain in a drought
Hop in and hop out
Motherfucker get down when I say down
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies, fuck a breakdown
I don’t give a—
Bitch I'ma slide either way
Please do not try me today
I see the static from a mile away
She wanna fuck me ok
She wanna know how it tastes
Yuh
Fuck all that talking I'm restless
I pray that I don’t get arrested
Pray that she wake up for breakfast
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
