"Obsessed" lyrics

Beezo baby
Yeah

Rolls Royce got the pillow rests, diamonds dance, see the silhouette?
Stage three on the whip, now I'm gonna see the full affect
Close my eyes I see the fiends
No sleep, I'm smoking cigarettes
To be fair this a twenty deck, the T-house twenty-four, no internet
And that could've been me, called my bro, call the killer next
He aimin' for his head, he caught his upper chest
This money numb the pain, make you feel it less
He said I shouldn't step, I know he still wet
Take her inside the Audi like I'm Jason Statham
I'ma send the Urus Saudi on a vacation, big glizzy, big spinners, big occasion
"You ain't livin' 'til you winnin'," tell the truth, that's a myth
Got a new family member every time I drop a hit, that's the way that it is
We was broke as shit, man the car was in limp
Where's the pot? I wanna piss
I ain't even tryna diss man that's the way that it is
That's the way that it s

Coochie wet, Niagara when I slide in (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna do it rough, baby, I'ma be a thug, but I'm workin' on my timin'
Said, "My nigga gone away 'cause he high risk"
Diamonds catch her eyes like a high vis'

So, I feel like I need, I need her
So, I feel like I need, I need her
Show you what this money means, it makes it easier (Yeah, ski, ski, ski)

I got a ho from the Middle East, she wanna stay in the palm
I can't walk through the crowd, these hoes are takin' my armour
I seek forgiveness washin' up my feet and my palms
Mummy knows your rollin' patterned, she ain't prayin', she calm
I just walked in the store, and then I Tiffany'd the Rollie
I just had an epiphany with Chromy
I had to put the glizzys and the stoleys
I had to go and fizzy up the yoly, dial the dealer up and bring it to the homie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For the pain, it get easier
I gotta pour and get sleepier (Yeah)
I pray for all my niggas keepin' up badness 'cause I can see the streets getting creepier (Yeah)
Niggas getting neekier (Yeah)
Being fake and prospering's never been easier
Birkin bag president my offspring, nowadays everybody's on tings
HR Owen Lamborghini, I'm just checking out my options
Should I go topless?

Coochie wet, Niagara when I slide in (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna do it rough, baby, I'ma be a thug, but I'm workin' on my timin'
Said, "My nigga gone away 'cause he high risk"
Diamonds catch her eyes like a high vis' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

So, I feel like I need, I need her
So, I feel like I need, I need her
Show you what this money means, it makes it easier