Oliver Francis Carl Edwards (feat. Big Baby Scumbag)
[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
Shawty with the French tips, screens in the headrests
Pull up on the forgiatos, bitch, I'm on the guest list
Ice creams, on gelato, Fiji water necklace
I rock it like a model, that's to be expected
Bleach blond hair, 'cause I'm wavier than a bitch
I've been switchin' lanes, Carl Edwards with the whip
I been makin' waves, you li'l boys just hangin' ten
Bitch, I'm f..ckin' paid, I just copped myself a Benz
Ayy, baby, you like Khloe with the cake
Bottle shots of Hennessy and OG to the face
The way that I be flexin', you would think I'm liftin' weights
Make your señorita shake like I'm Justin Timberlake, ayy
Pull up in the drop top, lookin' too fly
Baby girl, I'm no regular guy, ayy
Know I got the weed rolled, we could get high
Ayy, you f..ckin' with a pro, baby, give this shit a try, ayy
I woke up in Cali with a OZ of the mowie
VVS all on me, with li'l shawty, doin' donuts in the Audi
On the iPhone 8, yeah, I'm drippin' in the Bape
Hit the blunt and levitate
Outer space in the Wraith, yeah
Strawberry lemonade, shawty with the Fendi shades
Chillin' in the shade, Kelly Slater, way I rip a wave
Money in the goyard, bitch, I'm so sharp
Blowin' smoke on the asphalt like a Nascar, ooh
They gon' switch up when you cop the Benz
I f..ck the check up just because I can
And I don't want the pussy, shawty, I just want the head
And girl, I'm sorry, I just think we better off as friends
I flew out of CoMo, I touched down at LAX
Totodile diamonds 'round my neck, ayy
Yeah, I'ma make a mill by 26
I mixed the Thrasher hoodie with the Gucci slips
Yeah
[Verse 2: Big Baby]
I remember bein' broke, shawty, but I ain't
They say you fake it 'til you make it, baby, but I ain't
I told my bitch to hold me down, I bought her everything
She be like, "Baby, where you at?" I'm on the money train
I got gorillas in the zoo, I'm sippin 80 proof
We at Coachella with your boo, we smokin' on the boof
I bought my bitch some new Margielas and some Jimmy Choos
I put my name on everything, and that's just how I do
Why everybody think you change when you start doin' you?
I think my name was Mr. Wu, the way I shot my juice
I think I got a wedding ring, I'm married to the loot
And damn, I put that on my soul, I swear that be the truth
I went from sleepin' on the floor to coolin' on a yacht
I went from stealin' out the store to buyin' Gucci socks
I told my mama I'ma make it, 'cause she all I got
And I get everything I wanted
This my only shot
This my only shot