conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called CUDDLE MY WRIST with the following description: One of many songs that were made for BEASTMODE 2, “CUDDLE MY WRIST” is another track that elaborates on Future’s wealth and the life of an iconic rapper in the current industry.
  The phrase “Cuddle My Wrist” is repeated by Future throughout the song to describe his jewelry wrapped tightly around his wrist. Future owns many expensive pieces such as his iced out Patek Phillipe. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Zaytoven
  Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
  Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit'
  Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
  Cuddle my, cu-
  Cuddle my, cuddle
  [Chorus]
  Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
  Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
  [Refrain]
  I got that monkey on my back
  I walk around with 500 racks
  I keep the city on my shoulders
  Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
  I put a kit on a Bentayga
  Dr. Miami, the ass fat
  Nigga wanna play with the Murda Squad
  Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch
  [Verse 1]
  Goyard as soon as the bag got packed
  Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack
  Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max
  Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch
  Real dope dealers don't hang around rats
  Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac
  Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back
  Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac
  Glock four-oh, plastic gat
  VV coated, sitting on my chest
  Pussy ass niggas don't call no threat
  I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet
  Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check
  Tryna keep up, better step up your neck
  Had to eat it up when I caught the baguettes
  Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address [Chorus]
  Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
  Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
  [Verse 2]
  Fifty-five mil' on my carats
  I never had to go in the vault
  Fishscale when you speak my status
  Future already done picked up the phone
  We on a regular line, nigga
  I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw
  I heard you seen a nigga get flatline
  You better not tell them none what you saw
  Soon as I drop, I got flexed up
  Fuck all that drama, got heat tucked
  Ice out the hittas, my cuts up
  Yellow gold Presi, it bust up
  Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari
  I came in with the head off
  Jumbo Patek gon' crush your career
  All these wheels, got dust on the wheel
  So many foreigns, a car dealership
  Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear
  Drippin' severe, the God is here
  Dic's in here, I got chartered here [Refrain]
  I got that monkey on my back
  I walk around with 500 racks
  I keep the city on my shoulders
  Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
  I put a kid on a Bentayga
  Dr. Miami, the ass fat
  Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
  Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch
  [Chorus]
  Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
  Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist