Fresh Outta London

(J-j-joey) I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends Only here to make Ms, call when the check in I don't like partial, need a whole backend Fresh outta London, she still got a accent The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him I got me a bad bitch, the cover of Maxim The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah The wrist is flooded, no competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit I'm lit, they know it, they wanna hate on the music but I'm makin' hits These hundreds, I throw 'em, I need like eighty a show, that's some minimum shit I leave the house and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get (woo) And I swear this shit cost like a brick I've been runnin' up Ms all week, I'm a vet Quick trip for the bag, fell asleep on the jet On a different time, this a Audemars Piguet See eight bad bitches like the brand new 'Vette (skrrt) And we gon' get 'em all, why the fuck would I stress? Think I need rehab, I'm addicted to a check And she gon' say it's love but she know I want the s*x, bitch Don't you dare leave a hickey on my neck 'Cause the Cullinan massage my back, I'm stressed (I'm stressed) Stars in the roof, get the bitch undressed With an ass like that, I forget my ex (haha) Racks like this meant that God, I'm blessed I been on top, I should beat my chest Tell you that she loyal, we gon' put her to the test Wanna lose your bitch? Well, then be my guest 'Cause I been real cold in this Moncler vest I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends Only here to make Ms, call when the check in I don't like partial, need a whole backend Fresh outta London, she still got a accent The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him I got me a bad bitch, the cover of Maxim The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah (yeah) The wrist is flooded, no competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit I'm lit, they know it, they wanna hate on the music but I'm makin' hits These hunnids, I throw 'em, I need like eighty a show, that's some minimum shit I leave the house and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get (woo) And I swear this shit cost like a brick