billboard status

I'm like, "What's your name?"
"How's your day?"
Mama I could do it, I'm like just you wait
I hit up Skinger for the 808's
I hit up the plug when I need my eighth
Tell me why you say those things, I don't get that
Why the fuck you play those games, I ain't really with the chit chat
I already did that
Billboard status, Man that's really where the kid at
A team always, don't know where the bench at
Tell me where your bitch at
She with me, she with me
Foreign car to airport just to fly on out to Greece
Whew
Had to let off steam
You can't be saying shit that ain't really what you mean
I'm like tell me what you need hoe
She like, "I ain't thought about it, let me see though"
"I need me a margarita by the beach and a three gram blunt, baby I ain't talking pre roll"
That's my girl, that's my girl
She don't want to diamonds or rubies,
She love when we're screwing, and tuggin' on my goddamn pearls
Uh, uh-uh
I'm like, "What's your name?"
"How's your day?"
Mama I could do it, I'm like just you wait
I hit up Skinger for the 808's
I hit up the plug when I need my eighth
Got the game on skates
And if I'm benching, then the game all weight
Forgot to mention, Imma drop my tape
But till then wait, I got classics on the way
And a couple more to come
At this point I'm thumbing just to keep up with the funds
I know you the one and I can say that shit because
You don't ever switch up
No, no
Keep this shit a buck
Uh-ohh
She could roll the blunt
Uh-uh
I know she the
I know she the
C'mon
I know she the one