[Verse 1]
We hit the function in fashion and can't conceal the high
Our red eyes like the crimson shade of sunrise
I'm with the V.I.P's, the tables rotatin'
Got your attention, and, suddenly, you in rotation
I know fine when I see it, even through double vision
So let me take your hand and show a life that you've been missin'
You see the peasantry in audience auditionin' and audibly
Extendin' they graces to share the semblance
You fell in love with livin'
You give your lovin' to a n***a that don't need permission
I'm goin' up when I'm in London like I'm Alex Raisman
I'm keepin' up in the discussions with the littest n***as
And by extension, you in pictures with the baddest bitches
And all the people that ain't never hit your jack before is tryna get your information
Don't you feel amazing?
And your gratitude is very much appreciated (Damn, damn)
You ain't runnin' from it, uh, damn

[Chorus]
You want Telly, then you got it, you want Prada, then you got it
You want Ricky, then you got it, you want Vivienne, you got it
Just make sure they know I bought it, I ain't playin', mamas
You want Telly, then you got it, you want Prada, then you got it
You want Ricky, then you got it, you want Vivienne, you got it
Just make sure they know I bought it, I ain't—, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Yup, ayy
[Verse 2]
Gave me couple thousand for the set
Easy money, finna split it with the set
Sippin' liver poison, I can't function
Then I see a face I can't forget
Where you from? What's your plans? Wanna talk? Wanna dance?
Wanna know how you feel in my manicured hands
And my phone steady buzzin', 'cause from a distance
Shawty know that for me all it takes is a glance
Damn, uh
And I learned the ways of the world from a shawty I hit
And I learned the game from a girl and a shawty I hit
And I learned all of the spots from a shawty I hit
And I learned how to please you from a shawty I hit
Yeah, I learned what a woman like from a shawty I hit
So next time you steady whinin' 'bout the shawties I hit
Just know that they the reason why you always get what you get (Damn)
Uh, shit, look

[Chorus]
You want Telly, then you got it, you want Prada, then you got it
You want Ricky, then you got it, you want Vivienne, you got it
Just make sure they know I bought it, I ain't playin', mamas
You want Telly, then you got it, youu want Ricky, then you got it
You want Prada, then you got it, you want Vivienne, you got it
Just make sure they know I bought it, I ain't—, shit, ayy, ayy, what?