Independent Lyrics

I ain't ready for you but you perfect for me

I don't text back and I smoke a lot of weed

She like Nobus on Sundays and Patek Philippe

Let's go make a bag and go land on the beach

God blessed your body, you ain't even gotta sneeze

I forgot what's her name off of Henny iced teas

She gon' throw me the pussy but first she gotta tease

Just let me know is you riding for me

My job to get you comfortable

Odee when I'm fucking you

But if Ima be stuck with you, you gotta be untouchable

I'm a well-dressed nigga

Yeah I look like a Huxtable

And she's a bad, bad bitch

Yeah I swear I remember you

And whenever you ride

Put your hands on 10 and 2

She listen to a party, recognize the freak in you

Let me play with that pussy

That shit like peek-a-boo

It's getting cool

Guess I gotta pick a boo

Old news

Nah, nah, I can't do

I'm too cool

Dressed in all Rhude

Just hit my hotline, baby

Just hit my hotline, yeah (yeah)

Oh, you like Prada

Dressed in all 'Lenciaga

('Lenciaga yea,'Lenciaga yea)

I ain't ready for you but you perfect for me

I don't text back and I smoke a lot of weed

She like Nobus on Sundays and Patek Philippe

Let's go make a bag and go land on the beach

God blessed your body, you ain't even gotta sneeze

I forgot what's her name off of Henny iced teas

She gon' throw me the pussy but first she gotta tease

Just let me know is you riding for me

Like, why are you mad at me?

You know I charge your battery

I want you bad, let me show you my strategy

Thank your parents for making a masterpiece

Run through my mind , but you walked last fashion week

Why don't you come and Amiri me

Actually, come marry me

Let me give you twins like Mary-Kate and Ashley, baby I'm

I'm actually (actually)

down for you (down for you)

Are you down for me (down for me)

How I'm down for you

Baby I know (I know, I know)

That they wasn't down for you

But I don't care cuz I know that

I ain't ready for you but you perfect for me

I don't text back and I smoke a lot of weed

She like Nobus on Sundays and Patek Philippe

Let's go make a bag and go land on the beach

God blessed your body, you ain't even gotta sneeze

I forgot what's her name off of Henny iced teas

She gon' throw me the pussy but first she gotta tease

Just let me know is you riding for me