Official

Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner

These niggas pussy they don't know their gender

I see a boss and I look in the mirror

Flexing and stepping I make it look simple

My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples

My heart is cold like the middle December

Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river

Run up on me you get popped like a pimple

Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official

Working my wrist I be stacking these figures

Money the topic the only agenda

Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender