Lord, Pt. 1 (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Malik Robitaille-Seck

Composed by：Malik Robitaille-Seck

I heard them n***as talking 'bout me but I'mma pass

I hit decline if it ain't money can't offer you a glass

She's bouncing on it like a bunny just hopping through the glass

Got lot of b***hes little homies I keep my circle tight

B***h I'm a Lord

Hop aboard

Wearing s**t you can't afford

I went so deep up in your girl I think I ruined her vocal chords

I'll ride in Bentleys not no Fords

I'll put my name up in the Forbes

We getting money ****a grade we do not need them anymore

Couldn't care less 'bout your mans should've told me in advance

Got your lil b***h on my cell she's tryna get up in my plans

N***as talking 'bout a God but n***a you know I'm that man

B***hes call me a mirage I disappear in the sand

When she's on the floor she dance dance dance

Girl you ****ing with my mans mans mans

Saw that a*s it hit a trans trans tans

Marrying me is not a plan plan plan

See you got a bad b***h and she dance on it

Say she got a bad friend gotta put me on it

I'mma do it Rose Style get my nut and dip

But she's tryna hit me up my n***a she don't quit

H*es in the line and they waiting for money

I'm dripping so hard with the Bape and the Fendi

They tripping on Rose and they trip on the homies

Like I work at McDonald's I double the cheese Wheez

Got your lil girl on her knees don't even got to say please

She know how to handle a tease I love the way that she breathe

Love when she sing it to me love when she's doing her show

When we get back on the road

Sometimes I call her my wife but n***as they call her a h*e

N***a you already know

B***h I'm a Lord

Hop aboard

Wearing s**t you can't afford

I went so deep up in your girl I think I ruined her vocal chords

I'll ride in Bentleys not no Fords

I'll put my name up in the Forbes

We getting money ****a grade we do not need them anymore