Please don't kill this vibe
Please don't kill this vibe
Please don't kill this
Please don't kill this

Boss bitch, I'm lit, two on the wrist
Too rich to let a broke nigga hit
I got a lick, tool on the hip
Room full of snow, so many bricks
Track star, run it up now
Pack land, now we up now
One million, two million, three million, four
Five inch heel, tell your nigga chill
Bitches wanna grill, let 'em feel the steel
They gon' move the ounce, I'ma move the pounds
Grind season now, we gon' thug it out
Shine season, got 'em ballin' out
Big wrist got 'em buggin' out
Five million, six million, seven million, damn
Fuckin' with these cheap hoes, I'm in beast mode
Movin' work through Puerto Rico, that's the cheat code
Amigo get it for the cheapo and she say it's lethal
And she gon' run and tell the world 'bout it
Eight million, nine million, ten million, eleven

Please don't kill this vibe (kill this vibe)
Please don't kill this vibe (please don't kill this vibe)
Please don't kill this, please don't kill this (don't kill this)
Please don't kill this vibe (kill this vibe)