Pressure

I'm whipin' that bitch like I'm spanky
 I'm in New York like a Yankee
 All of my bitches they hate me
 Most of my bitches they date me
 I put them diamonds in my pinky
 I put them diamonds in my chest
 You run up on me get the vest
 You run up on me get the TEC
 Hell yeah, I doesn't respect
 I really hate fuckin' clowns
 I really don't even deal with them, you know what I'm sayin?
 I got my homie Nato, Nato, Nato, yeah
 He really gon' spray for you
 Whoa, Nato, listen
 My spanish bitch bump Daddy Yankee
 I used to go sleep with that blanky
 He used to sleep with them hane's tees
 Now we pull up in Givenchy
 I don't even care what they call me
 You could call me a Nato
 I'm chillin' with my big bro Dexter
 We are some professional flexers
 You baby mother, I don't text her
 Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
 Look at my dresser man look at my clothes
 And just look at my handle, I'm ballin' like Paul and
 I'm shootin' on him and I'm dunkin' like Georgia State
 Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
 Dex from Chicago like Cubs, ah
 Dex from Chicago like Sox, ah
 I'm from New York, get it, go!
 You feel me?
 We in different brackets, y'all niggas wanna be
 Where we speak, we speak from the heart, ya dig?
 (Uh Dexter, Uh Nato)
 (Let's get it!)