[Intro]
Yeah
Man I'm trolling I'm trolling
Hol'up it's coming

[Verse: Sean Leon]
Yeah, I know what I'm doing, my old shit was practice my new shit is classic
Drunk on a Monday, my bedroom a runway, got hoes in the mattress
Paper like pussy, you grind hard enough and that shit will keep cummin'
I come thru your coffin, I come for your bitch then I cum on her stomach
Versace vagina, no more basic bitches, I'm fucking designer
This is a reminder, my new shit is coming can't fuck with Nirvana
I come thru your coffin, I come for your bitch then I cum on her stomach
When I come for your women no cuffing could keep her from fucking in public
They act like I made it, I'm faded at home like I don't need vacations
I don't need shit but a bitch and the credit for shit that I'm making
I worry if I don't get on with my next shit I won't ever make it
So I make like three more whole albums on top of the one that I'm making
The cartel in Parkdale, that's Ricky, that's Marlon, that's Never, that's Tania
I'm Tony Montana with good table manners and much better grammar
My woman hispanic, she calling me Papi and cursing in Spanish
I keep me a side bitch on top of my side bitch, but somehow I manage
I don't know why n***as biting this flow but I figured I'd try it
She heard that I'm next and I'm so into flexing, I couldn't deny it
She come here to party, I play her my music then fuck her to party
I tell her she mine and she give me her mind and her soul and her body
They see me in public and act like they don't, why? I won't ever know
May be cause they used to know me and now I'm the one you should know
It's scary for n***as, my new shit is coming, the album is coming
I'm taking these meetings with labels that wanna go half on the budget
Fashion with Keavan, they gave me no lane, so I prayed and I made one
'Bout to make millions with all of my n***as I fuck with since day one
Left out the house in an Aston with Yousef, I left out of the Haus
Fuck all that silly shit, I run this shit, you're just running your mouth, hol'up it's coming!
Hol'up it's coming

Yeah, a bunch of n***as talk saying nothing, they just gossip all the time
The way the money coming, you was thinking I was fucking every dime
Shit, hol'up it's coming
On my momma it's coming
Shit!
Yeah, I'm trolling I'm trolling man hol'up it's coming
It's clear I'm overthinking
Now n***as habits it's plannin ammunition
I pop it, don't need permission
For papi to be forgiven
Now pay attention you n***as I got my sentiment
I keep me balling but still Imma take pictures in public with all the bitches you wanna claim the fucking but fuck it
Wavy motherfucker my aesthetic is flooded, hit me motherfucker my status is fucking
Yeah, hol'up it's coming
Wait on it

Shit!
Hol'up
Damn

[Outro]
I know what I'm doing, my old shit was practice my new shit is classic
Drunk on a Monday, my bedroom a runway, got hoes in the mattress