In H

Intro

Keep grindin'

You (grrah, grrah)

Chorus

I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall right off (grrah)

Tops down like my hair, that's a top (yah)

Makin' money all night like a clock (yah)

Like a lock with my babe, we ain't gon' stop (yah)

Thinkin' 'bout me all day, he on top (yah)

Tell him, "Come right back," like a sock (yah)

Keep my foot on he neck, 'cause he flock (yah)

And I been gettin' bread like a crop

Verse 1

He say he miss me, like, "Damn, that's obvious" (yah)

He wanna come through and give me head like he audition (yah)

He like a fan, he always got bad position (yah)

But I never give him second chance, I ain't superstitious (yah)

I'm makin' bank, he keep my name in conversation (yah)

I got the game, it's like a video game mission (yah)

I'm in the street, so I be movin' with precision (grrah)

A lot of ops, but they can't even touch my vision (ah)

Verse 2

I'm nothin' like him, he a whole different species (yah)

We gettin' rich, we don't need no commission

They say he bad, but he makin' bad decisions (yah)

I been on top, I know exactly what my position is (ah)

Verse 3

Diamonds on me lookin' like Blizzard (yah)

He tryna score, he ain't even in the league yet (yah)

He think I'm sweet, I'm the reason he got teeth yet (grrah)

I keep a blunt wrapped up like a bouquet yet (yah)

Verse 4

He wanna come and hit the team play (yah)

He wanna eat, he can get a meal date (grrah)

I gotta leave soon, so don't even steal my time up (ah)

He tryna see where I live, I know he tryna find us (yah)

Verse 5

(Let's go) Cardi with bardi, that's like Cardi with money

I know they hatin' but they can't even do nothin'

They lookin' goofy, they lookin' silly, they lookin' funny

He wanna cop me, I told him, "Baby, you gotta buy me" (let's go)

Verse 6

He wanna show me he down for me, oh, that's cute

He tryna take me some places that I don't wanna go to

He tryna give me the tips on the game, like, "What's the move?"

He tryna know my routine, like, "When is you free to come through?" (ah)

Verse 7

I get a lot of love, I get a lot of hate

He wanna see how I move, he wanna ask for a date

We talkin' millions, hundreds, cash or bank statements

I'm makin' plays, I got the sauce, he know I'm great

Chorus

I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall right off (yah)

Tops down like my hair, that's a top (yah)

Makin' money all night like a clock (yah)

Like a lock with my babe, we ain't gon' stop (yah)

Thinkin' bout me all day, he on top (yah)

Tell him, "come right back," like a sock (yah)

Keep my foot on his neck, 'cause he flock (yah)

And I been gettin' bread like a crop (grrah)