Hey [?] Montana They forgot who's battlin'? Twenty bands Made millions over a decade We ain't losing though
I pray we live For a thousand years And if I hurt you Baby drink Cîroc for your tears
'Cause you control my vices I just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I think she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww
I got you Closet lookin' like Milan Fashion Week, I got you Money jumpin' like Lebron, Dominique, I got you Better do or die A hundred with the guy Pull up with the gun Wrath with the styles Talkin' me so reckless Diamonds on my necklace Chest playin' checkers The Avion breakfast Dimes clean dirty wine though See the future like I'm Rocko And I fall feel like [?] Fuckin' all these foreign chicks Put some hoes in foreigns You thought she was yours She smell like Michael Kors Shoes fuckin' up my floors Who that nigga? I'm the definition Wearin' penny loafers, we ain't penny pinchin' Got the baddest bitches baggin' in the kitchen Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition These rappers ain't Nas Just look at their commas I skate on the diamonds I smoke with the farmers Buy my shoes small, goin' toe to toe I burn my bridges I'ma call the boat Willie beaming with the audible Ballin' like I'm Earl Manigault They countin' to the south The bag is a mountain I fucked my accountant That pussy's a fountain I pledge of allegiance You better believe it I boarded a flight Trump fucked up a Visa Bitch I'm no regular, bitch I'm no second Know the one, I'm the one that's ahead of ya If you talk mills, bitch I'm affiliate Ciroc boy, [?] a million
'Cause you control my vices I just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I think she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I think she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, owwTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
