Letra de Carl Edwards

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
Shawty with the French tips
Screens in the headrests
Pull up on the forgiatos
Bitch I'm on the guest list
Ice creams, on gelato
Fiji water necklace
I rock it like a model
That's to be expected
Bleach blonde hair cause I'm wavier than a bitch
I've been switchin' lanes
Carl Edwards with the whip
I been makin' waves
You lil boys just hangin' 10
Bitch I'm fuckin' paid
I just copped myself a Benz
Baby you like Khloe with the cake
Bottle shots of Hennessy and OG to the face
The way that I be flexin'
You would think I'm liftin' weights
Make your senorita shake
Like I'm Justin Timberlake
Pull up in the drop top, lookin' too fly
Baby girl, I'm no regular guy, ay
Know I got the weed rolled, we could get high
Ay you fuckin' with a pro, baby give this shit a try
I woke up in Cali with an OZ of the mowie
VVS all on me with with lil shawty doin' donuts in the Audi
On the iPhone 8
Yeah I'm drippin in the bape
Hit the blunt and levitate
Outer space in the Wraith, yeah
Strawberry lemonade
Shawty with the Fendi shades
Chillin' in the shade
Kelly Slater way I rip a wave
Money in the goyard
Bitch I'm so sharp
Blowin smoke on the asphalt
Like a Nascar, ooh
They gon' switch up when you cop the Benz
I fuck the check up just because I can
And I don't want the pussy
Shawty I just want the head
And girl I'm sorry
I just think we better off as friends
I flew out of CoMo
I touched down at LAX
Totodile diamonds round my neck
I'ma make a mil by 26
I mixed the Thrasher hoodie with the Gucci slips

[Verse 2: Big Baby]
I remember bein' broke, shawty but I ain't
They say you fake it till you make it, baby but I ain't
I told my bitch to hold me down, I bought her everything
She be like Baby where you at?
I'm on the money train
I got gorillas in the zoo
I'm sippin 80 proof
We at coachella with your boo
We smokin' on the boof
I bought my bitch some new margielas
And some Jimmy Choos
I put my name on everything
And that's just how I do
Why everybody think you change when you start doin' you?
I think my name was Mr. Wu the way I shot my juice
I think I got a wedding ring
I'm married to the loot
And damn I put that on my soul
I swear that be the truth
I went from sweepin' on the floor
To coolin on a yacht
I went from stealin' out the store
To buyin' Gucci socks
I told my mama I'ma make it
Cause she's all I got
And I get everything I wanted
This my only shot
This my only shot