text: Hey Miss Parker
  Wait, wait, wait, wait
  Somethin like 
  I just cut some fresh lemons, wheres the sugar?
  Lemon in my ade, lemon in my ears, call em boogers
  Rather six feet fore Im ever seen with you niggas 
  Yeah
  What it is? Its that nigga T, skin look colored in 
  Ridin in double-double R, thats that Cullinan 
  Pullin in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this 
  Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in 
  GOLF le FLEUR, thats Gianno shoe, what Im runnin in
  Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan 
  Im so motherfuckin dead-ass, I need some Timberlands 
  I battle any man, Uzi Vert, dont think they understand 
  Uh , double C on my feet
  Double G on my freak , Louis V by my briefs
  She wan kick it with me, she better eat it then leave 
  She try save all the plates but keep eatin my meat
  We cant see none of em grow, she keep eatin my seeds 
  Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
  See Im done with the 12, got a V16 
  Say the money comin in, yeah, thats true
  The more money I get, I dont wan sex you
  Cant think about the last time that I text you
  Its probably when sidekicks had them belt loops
  Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
  Just like a brand new Lamb, I wreck you, uh
  So whats mine is yours 
  Ride to the dinner tapin
  Outta time and imagine her in the exit
  Last deal more than what Google say my net is
  I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit 
  Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah
  Its the double P, I rock double C
  Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
  Man, come to me, you want somethin to see
  This internally flawed, thats a double Vs
  What troubles me is you couple me
  With these subtle fleas tryna double league
  Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin bumblebee
  They just got the closest picture of the fuckin sun surface, that was us
  Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin dust
  My Secret Service carry mops, you call em street sweepers, back you up
  Tat you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa
  If the shits fake, I dont respect it, its clickbait
  And thats distaste like a shit shake
  What a difference your wrist make when its Richard-made
  Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
  Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels, deck, grip tape
  Ride to the dinner tapin
  Outta time and imagine her in the exit 
  Last deal more than what Google say my net is 
  I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit 
  Uh, uh, uh