CVS ON MY LIT

And the lit machines present
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy, lit!
Uh, uh, ah, ah, uh
Dylan Brady
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Ayy)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Yuh)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Yuh)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy
Lit, on lit, on lit, on lit, on lit, on lit
Needa drink, fuckin' bitch I really sense it
All these niggas do not care about what we think
They just want a bunch of destruction, we the lit machines
What they thinkin', that they girlfriend fuckin' something?
I don’t know it, I don’t care 'cause they mean nothing
We go finesse and then go and take all they shit
So we don’t rely on bottles just to take a pic
Time to go perform, just so we can be lit
Grab a groupie and a couple of some bitches
It’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit
The lit machines, yeah it’s lit, yeah it’s fuckin' lit
Lit machines, oh my God, it’s so fuckin' lit
You’re so fuckin' lit, yeah, we so fuckin' lit
(Hahaha)
How you doing bitch? How you doing bitch?
It’s Eric, it’s Eric North (Hahaha)
How you doing bitches?
(Hahahahaha)
You can see all these dollars bitch
Why you fronting, bitch?
Why you fronting, bitch?
I’d care for ya girl, so take it back for me
I’m lookin' like the fuckin' girl that
Nothing in here fuckin' foreign, I’ma let you know
Baby, sit upon my handle and I will let you go
Tying a on my wrist, I’ll be
Baby, you can sit on my handle
How can you be my lil' mantle?
You say I’m not good for her mental
Nah, baby still get her meds, though
Bitch, ain’t no way to get through to you
You don’t want my fuckin' money
I look at my wrist, and look at my money
Why don’t you want me?
-Sing, losing
Stabbin' a bitch when she losing, she losing
Stabbing a bitch, she losing, she losing
Stabbing a bitch, said she losing