Thanks 4 Asking Lyrics

You start from the top

Yeah, with the motherfucking mighty George Young

Let's go

Supreme jeans, bitch, Moncler glasses

Stickin' the jeans, bitch, and I'm watchin' em passin

Got the trunk wide open, that's like coke through a passage

And I'm doin' great, little hoe thank you for askin

Yeah, my life ain't a movie, but I'm starin' in this hoe

Throwback fashion, bitch, I'm classy, Gucci sweater in this hoe

Take my kindness for a weakness, ain't no pussy in my sequence

Every day I'm fightin' demons to fight a nigga, that's uneasy

Put that nine on my side, bitch, side, bitch, in my ride

Passenger, that's my rider I get jealous, she got live

Ain't no talkin', no tellin', we sit on court like the mafia

Yeah, custom Burkin be hurtin' that nine milli inside her

She be callin' my phone while finger-fuckin' her product

She be hittin' my line, look what the dick write inside her

She be fuckin' with Prada, but never went to the store

I gave that bitch a couple dollars and taught her how to get more

Might need a money on the dresser, hope I'm drivin' that compressor

Put that pussy with compression, yeah, that lil' bitch head's pushin

If I show you, bitch, gon' test ya, hope you study for these lenses

Talk is cheap in this lil' bitch, whoo, sheesh, that's finesse

A wide body like Vanessa, pussy watered in my candy

Penny corners on the block, that pussy wetter than a sandy

Velvet pussy in all fasses, I'm supplying for the masses

In my Supreme jeans, bitch, Cartier glasses

Stickin' the jeans, bitch, I'm watchin' who passin

Got that trunk wide open like it's coat to a passenger

And I'm doin' great, lil' ho, thank you for askin

Money made, cold as fuck outside, and I'm on Lenny's vibin

Air Force Ones, uptown with my burner and my highest earner

Find a bitch, nigga, I wanna love her, but I just don't trust her

Pack it up, bitch gon' talk some shit, but she gon' pack it up

Hit that track and rack it up, hit that track and rack it up

Hit that track, she hit that track, she hit that track and rack it up

She runnin' my tech, brack it up, runnin' my tech, brack it up

And even when it's cold outside, she even got that jacket on

In my Supreme jeans, bitch, Versace glasses

Stickin' the jeans, bitch, I'm watchin' who passin

Got that trunk wide open, that's like coat to a passenger

And I'm doin' great, lil' ho, thank you for askin

Look, my life is a movie and I'm starin' in it

Throw that fashion, bitch, I'm classic, Gucci sweater in this ho

Take my kindness for a weakness, ain't no pussy in my sequence

Every day I'm fightin', bein' a fighter, nigga

Cause I'm even in my Supreme jeans, bitch, my clad glasses

Stickin' the jeans, bitch, and I'm watchin' who passin

Got that trunk wide open, that's like coat to a passenger

And I'm doin' great, lil' ho, thank you for askin