Pluto, Mustard
Twenty summers, nigga
We got permission to be here, yeah
Yeah, don't think we not bad, we just fucking up in this bitch, yeah
(Mustard on that beat, ho)
She can't be my bitch 'cause she done put on all the new designers
Emilio Pucci, Emilio Pucci and diamonds
Do whatever I say, do whatever I say, like Simon
Audemars and credit cards when it's perfect timin'
Now that nigga get his one love, she grindin'
Gotta buy my bitch a foreign car, new Ferrari
Bitches shoppin' south of France
Bottega, purple leather, put her on gang, she'a tell you
How you know she the one?
You know when you know, you know you gotta be ready (Pluto)
Change the forecast, I just made it rain baguettes (What you ride)
Stars in the ceilin', transport you to the jetty (You too much of a vibe)
I ain't tryna share you with nobody, with nobody
That's mine, a-a-a-all mine, all mine
So I put her in designer so the world know that's mine
That's mine, a-a-a-all mine (Yeah-yeah, yeah), all mine
All-all mine (Oh, yeah)
I wanna show you out to the world, baby
We on vacation, on a yacht, I sex you crazy
I spent a cheque up in a Hermès, it ain't trickin'
Bought you the Birkin and the Kelly got me simpin'
Just to show 'em you're mine and nobody else's
Just to show you how special that you are to me
Just to show you 'em you're mine, yeah, yeah, yeah
That you're mine, Uncle Charlie, help me out (Yeah, ooh, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah
That's mine, a-a-a-all mine, all mine
So I put her in designer so the world know that's mine
That's mine, a-a-a-all mine (Yeah-yeah, yeah), all mine
All-all mine (Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, wee (Whenever you want)
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I don't know what the fuck you've been on lately
But let me tell you somethin', I've done too much for your stupid ass for you to be treatin' me like this
And if I find out you fuckin' cheatin' on me, I'm leavin' your ass and I'm not comin' back
All it takes is one bad decision
