Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ringLotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chainWhy you claim that you rich? That’s a false claimI be straight to the whip, no baggage claimWhole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the nameYou ain’t got no style, see you on my InstagramI be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the panOnly when I’m takin’ pics, I’m the middlemanWalk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the handThree million cash, call me Rain ManMoney like a shower, that’s my rain danceAnd we all in black, like it’s GanglandSay the wrong word, you be hangmanWatch me stick to your bitch like a spray tanAw, Mr. ‘What Kind Of Car He In?’In the city love my name, nigga, I ain’t gotta say it
Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, fuck what a nigga sayIt’s all the same, like Mary-KateTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah, that’s cool but he ain’t like me
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight meNigga, get yo ass checked like a fuckin’ NikeMe not icey, that’s unlikelyAnd she gon’ suck me like a fuckin’ Hi-CAw, chains on the neck for the whole teamAnd I feel like Gucci with the ice creamAnd my bitch want the Fenty, not the MaybellineI’m the black JB, the way these bitches screamMake these bitches screamPretty little thingLike my nigga AE, say, “yadadamean”
Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, fuck what a nigga sayIt’s all the same, like Mary-KateTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah that’s cool
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)Diamond ice glac’, niggas imitate (ice, ice)Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’ (grape)Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from baeDiamonds up to par, the cookie hittin’ hard (hard)The ‘Rari sit in park, on Addy, on Mars (Mars)Shotgun shells, we gon’ always hit the target (blaow)Popcorn, big shell poppin’ out the cartridge (pop it)3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley4-8-8, FerrariMake her get on top of me and ride me like a HarleyShe wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)I don’t kick it with these niggas ’cause they talk about ‘chaAnd I got the fire, don’t make me spark it out ‘chaKeep it in my back pocket like it’s a walletLike the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)And she got the Patek on water moccasinI’m rich in real life, I get that profit, copy
Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah, that’s cool, but he ain’t like me
Taste, taste, LA, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Miami, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Oakland, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, New York, do you love the taste?Taste, taste, Chi-Town, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Houston, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Portland, you can get a tasteTaste, taste, overseas, let them bitches tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste