Matador ft. FrankBeanz Lyrics

I been sippin' on

I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired

Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried

Matador yacht on the evenin' tide

Imma slut you out, make it worth your while

Undecided then, what you feelin' right now

Layin' on the sand with the camera out

Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house

I'll open up the case like a serial trial

You a mom too

I never said I don't want to

Sellin' pounds out the V in a jumpsuit

Got fans that I hate, but I got to

Say that you don't want me, I swear your twin said us to

Take her if I have to, someone gonna love you

Half of the cash in my pants, six figs

I'll run you some more if you dress like before

Most of you bitches need thousands of hours

To realize what a man does to a whore

Does to a whore

Fuckin' that bitch on the floor, then I put her ass right through the door

Can't trust in a whore

Makin' her fuss you too much, I don't even wanna do this no more

Get money galore

Racks stacking taller than Giannis, I'm really just honest

No modesty in my approach

Pockets too steep, you too weak, they can't even kick up on your boy

Yeah, I'm really that boy

Promethazine and codeine in my Sprite

Talkin' too nice, now I gotta entice

Fuckin' that bitch and I pass her to Rath for the night

I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired

Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried

Matador yacht on the evenin' tide

Imma slut you out, make it worth your while

Undecided then, what you feelin' right now

Layin' on the sand with the camera out

Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house

I'll open up the case like a serial trial

So paint away

I'm the real NAV of the north

Whippin' with a baddie in Aventadors

Fuckin' every girl in Bora Bora

Never wanna stop

I guess I'm cooked

2014 Forest Hill Drive playin' on everything

I'm cooked