Matcha Lyrics

Sliding through the city with five percent on my whip

My young boy on the road make a ten every trip

If she standing next to me then you know she a ten

He gone make sure it's complete cause he don't do attempts

Woah

It say Dior on the lens (woah)

I feel like Deion in this Benz (woah)

Don't count on me to play pretend (no)

Cause I don't need no more new friends (aye)

I just spent a check wit' my dogs out in Houston

I just sent a text now she slobbing and drooling

Riding in a track swear to God this bitch scooting

I got a couple racks tucked right inside these ksubis

Better ask about me

Got some niggas who gone crash about me

Dividends I need every bit of that cash around me

Hit her friend then I hit again, she ain't mad about it

Then again I hit the friend again so now she back to pouting

I said stick wit me I just told my team I'll take us out it

I'm on Victory but my nigga got estate in Dallas

Bring his bitch round me and he know that I'm uh probably bag her

Mr. Int, damn a nigga feel like JC Jackson

Roll the window down I'm trying to see who is that

Why you keep on tripping do you see where we at?

Know I got the vision I seen this shit when I slept

Told her keep it private this shit stays on the jet

I'm in who-decides they trying to figure what it cost em

Money counter me cause this thumbing is exhausting

She said she prada me but baby this Myaka

My nigga sipping green but nigga this ain't matcha

I'm in who-decides they trying to figure what it cost em

Money counter me cause this thumbing is exhausting

She said she prada me but baby this Myaka

My nigga sipping green but nigga this ain't matcha