I Won'T Tell

Baby you can keep a secret
Coca
Pills Mania
Hey, hey, uh, uh

Fresh off the runway paired white Nikes
Phantom top drop on that I-95

Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N.Y
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's looking like America's top model
She said your earring, look at that thing
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I'm like come on ma, you know me run New York

Jays in the background put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm looking ahead
And I'm looking for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit, seventeen-five 'bout to hollar at Gs
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Yadadamean

Baby I, won't, tell
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, won't, tell
I'll never do that to you
Baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for you

A material girl in a material world

Venus, Serena, my serial girl
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the Birdman when them doors ajar
Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the Crack man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chopard
Went to Chow's, well Chow's out, Noble the same thing

Bills so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Yadadamean

Baby I, won't, tell
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, won't, tell
I'll never do that to you
Baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for you

Millionaire frames, Perrier rubs
Everyday a different chain, nigga get your gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
Get your right laid pipe all night like me
Call you fruity pebbles 'cause you got so many spy bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bag
Hermes shit, wherever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that

Louis Vuitton, I'm truly the don
Christian, Louis Vuitton, the bluest charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Yadadamean

Baby I, won't, tell
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, won't, tell
I'll never do that to you
Baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for you

Baby I, won't, tell
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, won't, tell
I'll never do that to you
Baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for you

Yeah, see I won't tell
I won't tell, no, no
No, no