Lyrics Oliver Francis – don’t do that

Turn up, yeah

My bitch look like Uma Thurman
Wavy boys, we swagger surfin’
Go on, flex ya little cash

I might just kick my feet up
I relax and spark the blunt
She flexin’ her Jimmy Choo heels
And she got the matching clutch
I might skrt off in the wraith
Think I’m addicted to Bape
I’m jus’ gon’ sauce in my camouflage
All my homies we some apes

I just pulled off in the foreign
My boxers they say Ralph Lauren
I’m jus’ gonna hop out my bed
Get this money early mornin’
We some apes we go bananas
My lil’ bitch she look like Amber
Wrists about 15
Fiji water, pinky ring

Man it’s nothin’ but blue faces
In these Tommy blue jeans
(Turn up, on some gang shit)
In these Tommy blue jeans
I might hit the Caribbean

How the fuck I paid the rent
With nothin’ but the flow
How the fuck I copped the whip
With nothin’ but the flow
How the fuck I took his bitch
With nothin’ but the flow
How the fuck I paid the rent
With nothin’ but the flow

Turn up, on some gang shit