327am ft. Lion & Prettymarie Lyrics

Yeah, I don't really know what it's about, huh

We could really go a different route, yeah

Yeah, huh

You could take the front seat

Ima sit in the back

Yeah, huh huh sitting in the back of the P.J

I'm on a private jet

We onto a different country

We in Bora Bora, yeah

She said she wanna go to a private island

And fuck with a bad bitch

Yeah, yeah

I'm drinking Casamigos

Yeah, Chelsie pour me up with a double cup

Bitch, I spilled the lean all over my Ricks, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Standing on my Givenchy shoes

Yeah, yeah

We don't even fuck with designer

Yeah, yeah

We don't even fuck with designer

No more, huh

Yeah, yeah

I swear the shit, we wearing

Come from a different country

Yeah, yeah

The more, I speak French on the beat

Y'all don't even understand what I'm saying

Yeah, huh

Je parlais français maintenant

Je parlais français, non

Est-ce que tu me comprends maintenant

Yeah

Took his money and I went shopping

Spent a whole lot of money on my fit

Yeah, this ain't regular

Watch out for me

Come through looking bad

Michael Jackson bad

New jeans and my ass fat, what

Only catch me switching to the lane over

In a peanut butter coupe

Beige, in the inside

Tell me, do you see what I see

Tell me, do you know what I mean

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Bitch don't uh uh ever try me

Play with me, I'll put you in the deep, huh

Automatic, coming out my jeans, huh

I'm a female, but I'm always, uh clutchin

Long live Mack Billy I love you, brother