Tell Me

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Yeah, you know I might
 Tell me the price
 Then you know I might
 Ride me like a pony
 Yeah, I'm whipping white
 Tell me what you like
 I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight
 Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine
 Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh
 Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah
 Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah
 Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new
 Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude
 Ooh, if you had money like me what would you do?
 I like your vibe and your attitude
 Fashion weekend so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo
 Jimmy Choo or the Fendi
 I run a check up in the make-up store on Fenty
 You know the vibe, it's the Hennessy and Pepsi
 Fishnet tights, open-wide, she said, "Let's eat"
 One phone call and that's a-go
 Didn't know then now you know
 And a dotty in her coat
 Free up Gotti, that's my bro
 They wish death on me, I know
 May the wap protect my soul
 Took her Mallorca, broke my heart, a lesson to me
 Got a stock from Asgard, I got a weapon on me
 If you're talking jail time, I got a 7 on me
 Open ya legs, let me watch you pee
 Still waiting for Gutta, I need that nigga free
 Run up in the bando, tell 'em, "Freeze"
 Drug addict, I gotta chill if I got promethazine
 Tell me what you like
 I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight
 Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine
 Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh
 Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah
 Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah
 Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new
 Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude
 Ooh, yo ifu' had money like me what would you do?
 I like your vibe and your attitude
 Fashion weekend so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo
 Rollie or the Pati' out, fist in your chatty mouth
 Used to keep the Marge in my Maggie's house
 No I mean Maggie in my Marge's
 Copper heads fallin' on the carpet
 Started in the DM now we're doin' up massages
 Jeans from Italia, money made me happier
 Rice and Tilapia, Cali' not the Ami-ah
 Big batty girl from Somalia
 I won't make you choose, yeah, I won't make you choose
 The AP looking icey but my Rollie looking cool
 All the shit that I've been through
 I'll take a purp, I'm on the moon
 This Rollie 41 and my diamonds peek-a-boo
 She think I'm going crazy, all this money that I spend
 Treat you like a lady, baby, I will pay your rent
 All these lies that I don't hear, tell me you don't care
 I can treat you like a Queen, baby, go and tell your friends
 Tell me what you like
 I'ma kill that pussy cause a felony tonight
 Ride me like a pony while I'm playing genuine
 Patek or the Rollie, but I never can decide, oh
 Flexin' on 'em, yeah, that's what I do, yeah
 Diamonds on my chain to fit the mood, yeah
 Thousand on some shoes that's nothing new
 Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude
 Ooh, yo ifu' had money like me what would you do?
 I like your vibe and your attitude
 Fashion week and so I take her Paris, buy her Jimmy Choo
 

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Duration
03:35
Key
1
Tempo
164 BPM

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