CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Mr Mysterious

Her friends told her I'm fun, now she's curious
Hundred missed calls on my phone, Mr. Mysterious
She wanna go through my DM, I am not hearing it
She gotta suck on my pole, she still want my d**k on her period
Rich and I'm fly, on fleek, she wanna die on fleek (Yeah, yeah)
She drippin' down on me, I'm 'bout to drown on lean
Prada, the bag Celine, she said she proud of me
Road trap but I'm on lean, thirty-thousand on me

See, my bando's hot
Told these cats don't know I can make you wait there
These diamonds wrong
These diamonds wrong, I think he faked it
Sixty K for the big rocks sittin' in thе Audemars
You're taking too long on my phone
Tеll me what you're lookin' for (Yeah, yeah)
Sixty K on wrist, tell 'em "Go hate on this"
So much ice on me, think I can skate on this
Rolex truck with a stainless bit
Dior trainers with a stainless wrist
She don't even smoke no weed, she gettin' high up off the Xans
I be helpin' Selfridges, I just spent like fifteen bands
I get high on gelato pounds, if it ain't loud, I'll bring it back
Exotics mixed with Xans, I be goin' through her Snap
I just took this pretty b*t*h on a dinner date, I'm puttin' codeine in the Sprite again