the script Lyrics

You cannot find no one better than

Whole fit black with the Vetements

Keep my circle small like the president

Tryna cop the recipe

Can't keep you around, you so dead to me

Riding 'round town with my twinnem, yeah that's kin to me

Drop a bag, make it flip

Hunnid mag, ain't no clip

Swear these hoes want tip

No surprise, wrote the script

Run it back then I dip

Got my flask, I'ma sip

Copy the swag, they gon' slip

Never fold, shut my lips

Fully automatic

I'ma cash addict

Spending, it's a bad habit

Know they mad at it

Cause a scene, I tell her, "Slow down"

Cutting through traffic

AMG, I never slow down

Never broke, that's sin to me

Pockets sing a symphony

Got money, why they mess with me

I see it all vividly

At the top, look at me, I'm the epitome

Aye

Hibachi, hibachi, I'm chopping it up

Ride Kawasaki, she topping me up

Way that I'm talking, can't make this shit up

Can't walk 'round without saying wassup

Body on body like one ain't enough, oh

You cannot find no one better than

Whole fit black with the Vetements

Keep my circle small like the president

Tryna cop the recipe

Can't keep you around, you so dead to me

Riding 'round town with my twinnem, yeah that's kin to me

Drop a bag, make it flip

Hunnid mag, ain't no clip

Swear these hoes want tip

No surprise, wrote the script

Run it back then I dip

Got my flask, I'ma sip

Copy the swag, they gon' slip

Never fold, shut my lips