[Intro: Chavo]
Yeah, her friends wanna get right next to him
Why he talk in third person
She coping from a heartbreak
I hope I don't make it worse
Expensive fabrics from Dior
She can't hit those with detergent
I could've went and bought a brick
You know how much they pay for my verses?

[Chorus: Chavo]
She a devil on ice, I think that she from Jersey
She fucking the money up, yikes
But I encourage it
I never leave her high and dry, pay for her services
She speak what's on her mind, my lil' baby conservative
Get to poutin in Burdorf, if I say I won't purchase it
Get to counting in Burdorf, hand it off to the merchant
We get to running around the store
Turn that shit to a circus and shit
Gorgeous on the Gram, but look better in person to me

[Verse: Chavo]
Indulging finding things gotta level it up
Oversize baguettes hang on my wrist with a rush
You fall asleep in my Bape shirts on vacation
We throw thousands in day trips, before the day ends
I gotta keep it with me, they be hating
Hit a n***a upside his head, like I'm a cave man
This money got my ego boosted, but I ain't jaded
Got her singing in my room to a cadence
Short hair, cute eyes, young Katy Curry
Shopping hand my car on five, but I paid the tab in person
Art basel in Miami, had her right beside me
Burning Man getting high, she was tryna find me
Her Mama really hate my guts, try her best not to mind me
I told her I got her daughter back and front like a spine piece
She coming back and forth, knock on the door at my property
She sending naked pictures to my celly
She good at photography