Coming with me ft. Bradywitabunch Lyrics

Cash, yeah, I would've thrown that shit Ask me, you would've caught my gist

Fashion, yeah, I wanna pop my shit Classy, I don't trip, I don't simp

I just spoil my bitch, uh, uh We geeked on the island like Gilligan

She peeked out the window with all of her friends She dying to see what we living in

She text me, she already miss me Boarding the PJ, PJC

Just for a show in Kissimmee Keelo filled the whole clock, blood clot section

We ran up a whole pot, a whole pot of chicken Brought her back to the city

Ordering crepes with Bellini Beach or bottom, drop my top, VVS my neck

Rock my show and we collect, we loading up the jet

Refreshing the bizwiz just to see what's next

I brought home some models and got both of them tipsy

Hoes on top of hoes and they both wanna kiss me

I'm in my bed, tryna lay up and they both coming with me

I try to change they minds but they both fucking with me

They in my head, talking to me, telling me what they give me

They wanna hold it down cause they wanna live with me

I'm in my bed, tryna lay up and they both coming with me

I try to change they minds but they both fucking with me

Cash, yeah, I would've thrown that shit Ask me, you would've caught my gist

Fashion, yeah, I wanna pop my shit Classy, I don't trip, I don't simp

I just spoil my bitch

I told them put up a hundred or better, I wanna see them react

She wanna leave with me, she wanna be with the boy and see where we at

She want me to take it, she wanna be naked, I got her countin the cash

She wanted a piece of the equity, I want you to work up a sweat

Stay on agenda, perfect attendance, so don't miss what's next

My lil' ZB do a jwett just for some Nike tag

I'm in the VIP with no ID, I'm pulling up in a sprint

I ain't tryna move too fast, I'll stuff my face 5k on rooftop dinner

It's south for July, it's cold outside, it feel like it's December

I brought home some models and got both of them tipsy

Hoes on top of hoes and they both wanna kiss me

I'm in my bed, tryna lay up and they both coming with me

I try to change they minds but they both fucking with me

They in my head, talking to me, telling me what they give me

They wanna hold it down cause they wanna live with me

I'm in my bed, tryna lay up and they both coming with me

I try to change they minds but they both fucking with me

Cash, yeah, I would've thrown that shit Ask me, you would've caught my gist

Fashion, yeah, I wanna pop my shit Classy, I don't trip, I don't simp

I just spoil my bitch