Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress Clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun', cop a Rolex Shine like the sun, you truly blessed Two-tone Patek You tell me text in the club, ball like I Ubered these jets Vvs's on me got my Gucci shirt wet Put a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racks I went to school where they teach you finesse Five hundred shells for the drip I invest I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Know the coupe fast when they end with a S
Now that I'm home, back off the road We shut it down, say it ain't so With checks in the streets, shade number four Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes Take it with me, double your dose Covered with angels that's watching my soul Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows Said I'll be there in 10, but I got there in four I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold I left her wide open, no self control Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress Clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun', cop a Rolex Shine like the sun, you truly blessed Two-tone Pateks Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets Vvs's on me got my Louis shirt wet It's a M in my bag and get used to these racks I'm with the school where they teach you finesse I'm in this shit for the drip I invest I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Drove the coupe fast with a M and a S
La Flame on a island Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet Got Prada's, every color And I got Cc's you ain't seen yet Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm asking: Where the codeine at? 30 pointers and up, Eliantte Drippin', my whole team wet
Compositor: Lana Del ReyPublicado em 2018 (25/Jul) e lançado em 1918 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado fonograma #17971137 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM