I was doin’ Diddy shit before Diddy did it,
Oil on shortie, whole room feelin’ wicked,
Don’t make you Jordan, not even LeBron,
You ain’t a king just ‘cause you put her on.
Shorties lined up like a Friday night line,
Camera rollin’, I’m directin’ my prime,
Slick like that baby oil, smooth in the zone,
Perfume in the air, I puff like I’m home.
(Verse 1)
They be talkin’ flashy but they never made the scene,
I was poppin’ Cristal while you chasin’ a dream,
Backroom freaky, velvet rope clique,
Shortie bent right, yeah, she know I’m legit.
You flex online, I flex in the suite,
Silk sheets, toes curled, she admit defeat,
No filters here, this that grown man script,
I been on that wave while you barely got drip.
(Hook)
I was doin’ Diddy shit before Diddy did it,
Oil on shortie, whole room feelin’ wicked,
Don’t make you Jordan, not even LeBron,
You ain’t a king just ‘cause you put her on.
Shorties lined up like a Friday night line,
Camera rollin’, I’m directin’ my prime,
Slick like that baby oil, smooth in the zone,
Perfume in the air, I puff like I’m home.
(Verse 2)
Call it fantasy? Nah, it’s just lifestyle,
Every scene I live be a damn profile,
Escorts, models, private jet talks,
You was stuck in DMs, I was makin’ her walk.
Got ‘em actin’ wild just to step in the suite,
They know I’m the one, from my chain to my seat,
They tried to Rico me, plot thick like a script,
But the truth don’t fold when you too well-equipped.
(Bridge)
They whisper my name in the D.A.’s file,
But I’m ghost like a whisper, never left a trial,
I don’t chase clout, I let the story unfold,
From the baby oil drip to the chains of gold.
(Final Hook)
I was doin’ Diddy shit before Diddy did it,
Oil on shortie, whole room feelin’ wicked,
Don’t make you Jordan, not even LeBron,
You ain’t a king just ‘cause you put her on.
Shorties lined up like a Friday night line,
Camera rollin’, I’m directin’ my prime,
Slick like that baby oil, smooth in the zone,
Perfume in the air, I puff like I’m home.
Shane higdon 