Tekst piosenki 'Hi Billie' wykonawcy Token

(Something's in the—)
(Pink)
Yeah
Hi Billie

Pop-pop with the flow, drop-drop, get it low
Yah, yah, finna go, top five, Billie goat
Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold
Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home
On lock with the ho, hot box with the smoke
IRS pro'ly see this little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Openin' her walls till it's lookin' like a hall, Arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
Chop-chop, bring the bros, white wine, finna toast
Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoes
Bro don't strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole
Why your hype die? 'Causе my light hit the globe
Hide insidе mine, you guys might get a glow
Find the WiFi and find my video
It's Hip-hop Twitter gon' have a field day, uh (yeah)
Bitch got Fendi on, know she feel great (yeah)
If she wearin' True Religion, it’s a deal break (yeah)
Fuck it, rappers get a little bit of money
Post a California roll and think they really doing something (yeah)
Me, I got good taste way beyond the money
Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me
Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi
Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody

He Megan with it, I salute him for that
The God is movin', you gotta do hallelujahs for that
My broad is Jewish, Shabbat, she give top as soon she back
My pop music will probably plop me new on the map (yeah, yeah)
I drop you in your tracks, my guy shoot when he mad
He in arts and crafts class, he hot glue with the strap
My stock boomin', in fact, if you think I'ma fall below
You witness mission impossible, Tom Cruise in the cast
I'm not you, you can never be too different
Zoom, zoom with a few cool bitches
All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool
I'm the pool cue hittin'
Millionaire, hit me, dog, yeah
Fair like Billie blond hair, get me on air
Token got the voice to bring the bitches all with him all there
Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair

Yeah, I ain't surprised when they call it corny
It's corny I gotta do this shit
For you to group me with these artists that I'm out-performing (yeah, yeah)
How’s your morning?
I woke up in a ten-thousand dollar bed with a Persian bitch
Lookin' for the cringy lyrical starter kit
But I could only find some rich person shit
I got an album comin', sure you'll get the word of it, uh-huh
I swerve a bit and kick the curb, just
Like I did with her and shit, the whip reverse, my pinky worth a
Couple K, I'm kiddin', bitch, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh
Kill the shit and skip the verdict, bitch, the jury must be hung

Hang it up like it's wet, you in-debt with me
Got a bitch in fishnet, the kid went fishing
When I rip the fishnet, the kid met kitty
Got a ring on index, what big bread get me (yeah, yeah)
Shit, get the Windex, the whip, yep, filthy
I'm slick, I slip checks to bitch next to me
Not bitch, a princess, the king-bed fit me
And it fit the chick's friend, the chick's friend with me (yeah)
Sift through big checks when interest hit me
In a crib with big rent and big men with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t give no chin-check, I'm rich, yeah, silly
Bro, hit me direct if it get sticky, that stick, stick, stick
What do my guys say? Click, click, click
What the garage say? Whip, whip, whip
What do all y'all say? Shit, shit, shit
Toke comin' for the shit, shit
Pop in the bitch like it was: Mm, surprise
Y'all had a run, but now, mm, it's mine (yeah)
Fuckin' up plans and it's gotta be a sign
Bro talk with his hands like he tryna be a mime (yeah)
Toke back in demand, and it's feelin' like time
Treat me like the champ in the ring, no friendship
Whip so nice that I don't take exit
Brand new rim, re-tire, like pension (yeah)
NY block and my real close friend is
Ringo Starr, with a stick, he legend
When they react to this shit, when it
Drops, they don't gotta do no pretendin'
I don’t got no fuckin' co-sign
I don’t need a feature to be stable
They gon' clown me for bein' different
What the fuck did he name his label?