[Hook:] Got her Gucci boots on like it's North, straight up Big booty freak and she foreign, straight up All my hoes treat me very important, straight up Apple Red on the bottom of your shoes, straight up I got racks on me, straight up With a gat on me, straight up I'm a spaz on you, straight up Throw some cash on ya, straight up Smiling with the leafier like you come from another planet, straight up Every car I drive you know it gotta be Panoramic.
[Verse 1:] A girl I pay, it ain't gon' double land On top my skrank, cause I run to the Benz I'm automatic, don't fool around those and Got those red bottles, full of additives and pens I'm a hard top, I'm a popular demand With a penthouse, but care where I'm gonna stand And I'm coming up with this badass Dominican Gotta cost over eighty racks for me to go sit in I'm an astronaut, yes, yes, this I am I'm a take these coif and cash out on the land Most of red bottles, Jimmy Choo, are you in? Fuck the trip call, nigga it ain't no compare
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[Verse 2:] I'm a go to Mars (then what?) Then take the baddest broad This ain't no façade G, a natural born star Emilio (what up?) Vanity, no pooch Show more flow We gonna sleep in Gucci This ain't trip enough This how you kick it with a bawse We blasting off (what?) Like a rocket with two top On another level, we put diamonds in our clubs Keep your head enough Like a rock star so don't you cause From another planet Yeah, yeah, yes I am I got your baby ma'am and she in love with who I am Run panoramic, with the turbo boost And she hoppin' on it like she down with Serous
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Compositores: Brandon Eric Rackley (Brandon e Rackley), Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, James Bernard Rosser Jr ECAD: Obra #6336857