Relax

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[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Woah, oh-oh

Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Woah, oh-oh

You got tears droppin' all over my Lambo seats

When it come to stickin' around, you can't depend on me

Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier, frames on me

All I want is bring you ****in' with the Xannies zombie

Presidential Rollie, yeah it keep me off the deep

Everyday feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake

Came up from the streets, we brought the pound down the zips

Keep on throwin' these ones, they keep on bouncin' it on the kid

**** a money counter, I'm countin' these hunnids with your bitch

Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist

AMG alright, GT63 is here (Skrr)

Carbon fiber AP, twenty rack just for the kid

Say she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax

Yeah

Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back

Yeah

Lambo pop up both my knees, mate black, yeah (Skrr, skrr)

Yeah you fly but girl I ain't ****in' with no [?], yeah

That is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah

Ran off on the plug, he still ain't seen a pack, yeah

Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah

She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah

Bring your commitment, you gon' see me fade away (Yeah)

I ain't tryna answer to no bitch stayin' at my place (No)

Got a lot goin' on, I get these racks to keep me safe

We finally get outside, the trap they say you changed (Trap, trap)

I know they can't stand it, got these haters startin' to panic

Diamonds icerberg, I could sink the Titanic (Ice)

Don't need no Juliard, I love this water on my neck (Neck)

Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I'm the catch? (Catch)

Say she don't wanna **** with me no more, it's all love (It's all love)

I know when the bills start comin' in, I'm the one she call up (Brr)

You get money then you get the bitches, with the power

I won't buy you roses but I smoke expensive flowers

Say she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax

Yeah

Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back

Yeah

Lambo pop up both my knees, mate black, yeah (Skrr, skrr)

Yeah you fly but girl I ain't ****in' with no gnats, yeah

That is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah

Ran off on the plug, he still ain't seen a pack, yeah

Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah

She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah

Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Woah, oh-oh

Yeah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Woah, oh-oh