Got a vixen by my side, she got her feet up While I'm counting up that money fuck a Visa I just made enough to call, I'm done my re-up Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it's biza Hol' up, wait, I got Selena You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina (pew pew) Hol' up, wait, I got Selena You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina And I got niggas that be riding right beside me Same ones that held it down while he was in that lobby Moving, moving yams in the staircase With some Jamaican drug dealers that don't fear a case So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case I text that hoe that I just fucked that I'ma need some space Already moving on my suit, in my GLAM phase
Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt) I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball) Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money) Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr) Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrt off in traffic) I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match) When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at) In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
Fuck you talkin' about? Me and my niggas been GLAM Pullin' fadeaway three's with your bitch Are you fuckin' stupid nigga? Still tappin' glass It's facts, nigga Feel me?
Going in deep, ain't no backing out 'Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse Going in deep, ain't no backing out 'Cause my wrist on fleek, but my chain play cat and mouse (In the Beauty and the Beast), I'm so gassed up Feel like Gaston, love them fast cars I'm so gassed up, I'm so gassed up Fall in love, nope, I'm no Gaspar Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, every time you seein' snow Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, when you see me, yeah, it's snow
Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt) I go hard, Ricardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball) Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money) Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr) Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt out in traffic) I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match) When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at) In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
I just finished out my show, couldn't even find that How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap Feelin' [?] get no lines back Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt) I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball) Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money) Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr) Yeah I skrt off on the pedal I go hard, Riccardo Tisci When I'm creepin' through the meadows In the hungry MitsubishiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
