Cayenne lyrics

[Intro]
(Molly Santana, b*tch)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
They wish she'd meet sh*t, tryna hop in my cars
Say she wanna take a pic, she already know who I are
Ride 'round with us, that’s gon' get you sick
I've really been on some sh*t
If you was me, you would be taught
Turnt at the dealer, with my n*ggas, b*tches sneaking
We ain't buyin' it, hell nah
Cashed out, went and copped me a brand new Cayenne, hell yeah
Had to show 'em if I rap then I ain't lyin', yeah, yeah
Molly gon' do it better еvery time

[Verse]
Every sеcond, under pressure, really turned me to the best
Had to get it off my chest
I ain't talking 'bout no necklace
If you want it, gotta get it
And I got it, didn't rent it
Really mine, ain't no credit
Ho I’m flexin’, these hoes basic (These hoes basic, these hoes basic)
Cost 'bout an arm and leg
Need a guard, steady checkin’
Steady throwin’ through this bread (Through this bread, bread, through this bread)
Really honest, I don’t wish, I just pray and I get it
I let God do the rest
[Chorus]
They wish she'd meet sh*t, tryna hop in my cars
Say she wanna take a pic, she already know who I are
Ride 'round with us, that’s gon' get you sick
I've really been on some sh*t
If you was me, you would be taught
Turnt at the dealer, with my n*ggas, b*tches sneaking
We ain't buyin' it, hell nah
Cashed out, went and copped me a brand new Cayenne, hell yeah
Had to show 'em if I rap then I ain't lyin', yeah, yeah
Molly gon' do it better every time

[Outro]
(Hop in my cars)
(Say she wanna take a pic, she already know who I are)