[Intro]
Hitmaka

[Chorus]
I’m on Rodeo buyin’ shit that these n***as ain’t had
Put her in Chanel, now the bitch in her bag
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast (Facts)

[Verse]
Even though y’all two got history, can’t disrespect it (Turn up)
Her type was deep in the streets, it was nothing like Odell Beckham (Oh)
Chanel bags, he like 0 for seven (0 for seven)
Even though love just word, it’s a deadly weapon
Bust down, bust down Rollie (Bust down)
Racks on racks on racks
You my best friend, you my homie (My homie)
For me you gon’ get ratchet, yeah (Yeah)
Let’s go to Rodeo-deo-dеo, or you like Fashinova? (Turn up)
My flight a layover, so you can stay over (Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy like a Uzi
We just had some drug sex, I swear it got me woozy
We gon’ move to Paris, count up all the Euros, yeah (What else? What else?)
I got you out the hood, you ain't been across the rails yet

[Chorus]
I’m on Rodeo buyin’ shit that these n***as ain’t had
Put her in Chanel, now the bitch in her bag
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast
I’m on Rodeo buyin’ shit that these n***as ain’t had
Put her in Chanel, now the bitch in her bag
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast
Tryna keep up with my life and I’m livin’ too fast
[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I’m on Rodeo buyin’ shit that these n***as ain’t had
Put her in Chanel, now the bitch in her bag
Tryna keep up with my life an I’m livin’ too fast
Tryna keep up with my life an I’m livin’ too fast
I’m on Rodeo buyin’ shit that these n***as ain’t had
Put her in Chanel, now the bitch in her bag
Tryna keep up with my life an I’m livin’ too fast
Tryna keep up with my life an I’m livin’ too fast