Honest

Baby, can I be honest?

I just want some money

And don't you ever lie to me

This a forty in a foreign, yeah

You don't never show me off, though

Why you always goin' to the club?

You ain't never met your father, yeah

It's no wonder I don't want you

We hit Rodeo, then we mobbin', yeah

This up a forty in my cuppie, yeah

I pull up in that new Rolls-Royce

And I wanna up my dame, yeah

Lil' mama hotter than Wasabi, ohh

I got a hunnid racks, it's all for sure

Mama lit up, throw a party, yeah

And I swear I know a place where everybody go

We could all go

I got a place where everybody see

That we could all go

I got place we could go

Ridin' on the wave we go

Tell me that it's sorrow

It's a motor and you tell me so

And I wanna let the gammon go

And I wanna let the comma go, got women to lay

Someone had a forty and I beat your own way

Had some minor fun, bitch, I surf on a wave

And the bitches wanna fuck, I need to go on a break

Please, let go, yeah

Don't I know ya?

Lo-love ya, so I know ya

Baby, just be honest

Ain't no forth in my naughty, ayy

I'm so tired of ménages, ayy

Need a bitch that call me father, ayy

Another homie hold me down, yeah

I might take you to the water, yeah

It's a forty in my naughty, yeah

No it's only in the morning

I swear, baby, you, mhm

I swear, baby, you, mhm

Mhm-mhm

Ayy, baby, I swear to you

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She said: I don't fuck with Fairfax

Can we go down that Rodeo?

'Cause I don't fuck with streetwear, yeah

It's a matter if I say so

I don't want it on my Dior, yeah

Took her to a lil' ronto

Had her wantin' on a detour, yeah

Then we flew out to Toronto

Money, monies on me and yeah I want it, yeah

My lil' mama, she say she want it, yeah

Hunnid monies on me, it's in the 'Rarri, yeah

I know ya