Staccato (Explicit)

Staccato (Explicit) - Tory Lanez

F**kin' these b***hes they came out of Milano

She want me to come but ain't got all the time no

The other day I was broke came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone came back and the time's up

Ayy singin' to the bank my money staccato

I ain't on no bulls**t this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores to jet in the sky though

My n***a the world yours whatever's inside though

Two twenties on my head just made it to six-speed

Used to have love for you b***hes now I'm like b***h please

Now and then I gotta say it like my n***a weeknd

F**k needin' a b***h I'm what a b***h need

Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley

So even when it's dirty know my s**t clean

Got a thick bih' her name's Christina

Out Miami with the whip hop out of prestige yeah

Ayy shawty know I been on some boss s**t ayy

She f**kin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe my n***a

I spent twenty-five all on my side b***h

And if I get caught I'ma deny it

I'ma deny it I'm a f**kin' rider

Got a bad b***h for the n***a p***y fire

She strip down like Malia or Maya

And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off

Ayy I'm hotter than Folgers

Money so thick can't fold it I told you

Came back put my baby mama in a Rover

Card got no limit b***h I'm a soldier ugh

F**kin' these b***hes they came out of Milano

She want me to come but ain't got all the time no

The other day I was broke came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone came back and the time's up

Ayy singin' to the bank my money staccato

I ain't on no bulls**t this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores to jet in the sky though

My n***a the world yours whatever's inside though

Honey am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna f**k me

And if she don't she probably gay that's what it must be

None of my biddies put no n***as above me

I done pulled up Southside all my b***hes side-side of me

Couldn't be a fake n***a if I tried to be

Ayy Louis Vuitton shorts Dior four-course

Let a goofy n***a f**k and we can't f**k no more

I'm a big money n***a on a jet

Girl give me that p***y let me make it wet for ya

I told you can get the world baby

If you rep the set

She was out before the check

Alphabet I'm a G f**k her ex no sweat

To the left to the left to the left

Everything you f**kin' own is in a box to the left

Ayy I'm on the yachty I got them thots to the left

She a bop I'ma flex got rocks for my neck yeah

F**kin' these b***hes they came out of Milano

She want me to come but ain't got all the time no

The other day I was broke came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone came back and the time's up

Ayy singin' to the bank my money staccato

I ain't on no bulls**t this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores to jet in the sky though

My n***a the world yours whatever's inside though