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