France

Ayy, ooh
You already know what it is, we up in France, nigga
Ayy, ooh, ayy
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Woo, baby, just pull up a sec'
Huh, I get the money on deck
Louis Vuitton on my back' (Backpack)
I keep the money in check
Diamonds, they shine on my neck (Brrp)
Your niggas really in debt
Woo, woo, just look who I rep
Woo, money just fall on my lap
Full Irish in my breakfast
12 carats on my necklace
Niggas callin' for the guest list
I put money on my dentist
Ayy, keep tellin' your lies
Ooh, I’ma just fly to Dubai
Ooh, niggas they come in disguise
Ayy, when they see the money arrives
Ooh, you cannot come to the club with me
Your mama still doin' your laundry
Most of these niggas got ovaries
I’m gettin' the bag and it’s overseas
Ayy, if you can’t pay the fee
Then none of you niggas come close to me
I ain’t gotta eat it like groceries
But I’ma show you how it’s post to be
Baby, I know you a freak, ayy
You lookin' good in those jeans, ayy
You need a million things, ayy
Too bad your man is a, ayy
This one for real, the bros, ay
Can’t get with all of the hoes, ayy
Diamond Rollie when it’s cold, ayy
Gucci cover up my toes, ayy
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Yeah, all these niggas talkin' shit (They do)
Damn, you niggas really
Told 'em niggas keep it real (Keep it real)
Keep it real or keep it movin' (Movie')
Only the real can relate (Yeah)
Miss me with all of the fake love
Fake love, no Drake (Drake)
Pinkie drippin' like a lake (Drip)
Got a problem, maybe you should speak up
Talk to God or talk to me, bruh
This go out to my brudda E, yeah
All of them niggas in, yeah
Balenciaga by the feet (By the feet)
Then I told them niggas put 'em home, yeah
Rockstar, Post Malone (Yeah)
Hit the zuut, then I get in the zone, yeah
Got a bad bitch, different continent
Said she like me for my confidence (Confidence)
Now she tellin' me she have a man
But she do not care 'bout the consequence
Couple niggas from the hood (Hood)
Some bad, others good
Bad days turn to good (Good)
Man, I wish a nigga would
My diamonds, they dancin', they Millie Rock
When I two step, they doin' the bop, bop
Feelin' on me, lovin' the ice
Cash out a cheque, then I bust out a watch
Need that shit missed, I hit the spot
Whip it like Woo, Gucci the top top
Hublot the wrist, Polo the socks
No pillow talk, that shit leaves to the block
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Who is your mans?
He got no plans
Baby, stop playin'
He got no fans
Dinner in France
I got the bands
Whole lot of ones
It make her dance
Woo!