What I Wanna Video (MV)

Imma grab the bag then the trolly
Need the big drip, need the dolly
You aint wid the real you a folly
My jiggers move bricks in the lorry
Original chick not a copy
You bitches spill beans like its coffee
My bitches stay down to the bottom
Look at my Crown, How I rock it

I said I'm coming Yh I'm coming, Yh I'm coming
I swear you better keep it up when I start running
Coz when I grab it yeah it's nutten short but cuffing
And then I go again like its nutten
I said I'm coming Yh I'm coming, Yh I'm coming
I swear you better keep it up when I start running
Coz when I grab it yeah it's nutten short but cuffing
And then I go again

Had to level up had to boass up
Had to get my net and my gross up
Had to get a bag try floss up
Stay up on the ends pree the roster
He checking me and my posture
Figured out ima a boss Yh
Tryna check you, tryna cross ya?
Na, I'm tryna bun this boot with some lobster

I just want the ice and the rubies
All of the niggas and the groupies
They wanna do who, do me?
I like that one cuh he boujee
I want them plaques and trophies
Want it in the Arab and rupees
Want them packs like cookies
Need couple Ms, like 2, 3

Imma grab the bag that's a promise
My dargs got the cheese like they Gromit
Only pink notes in my wallet
You just take notes nutten from it
I just take the wins and the profit
Make a bitch sick, make her vomit
Put me in a box in a bracket, Na
Do what I want and how I want it

Had to level up had to boass up
Had to get my net and my gross up
Had to get a bag try floss up
Stay up on the ends pree the roster
He checking me and my posture
Figured out ima a boss Yh
Tryna check you, tryna cross ya?
Na, I'm tryna bun this boot with some lobster

I just want the ice and the rubies
All of the niggas and the groupies
They wanna do who, do me?
I like that one cuh he boujee
I want them plaques and trophies
Want it in the Arab and rupees
Want them packs like cookies
Need couple Ms, like 2, 3

Look how he eating the chocho
Arched back from his knees to his back bone
F*ck, shit, just pree'd all the popo
Gotta skrr skrr, Gotta breeze down the back road
Seize it, let me not repeat it
You can hear it in my tone I like all the greaze shit
You may not believe it
But I swear I seen shit
Had to blink twice, coulda sworn I was dreaming
Saw me on the TV
Started peaking
Now they changing they way that they speaking
I don't need a Reason
We already know Issa Hot Girl Season
Let me spit the Fac-facts
Had to take a break had to back track
Had to figure out where the bags at
Gimmie all the bread and the pasta
Wid a phat zoot like a Rasta
Bounce on the ting like a Jack jack
Playing all his card like its Black Jack
No face, no case, No cap
That's facts, real rap - don't chat back

F*ck how you feel, Das a no go
You know I come heavy with the mix flow
Got the beat made, Sammy SoSo