[Verse] Let's make a toast, and relax in the sun Or we can go to the strip club and throw up 10,000 ones Creepin' late night with a bad bitch Actin' like a nigga never had shit I fuck with movie stars, I fuck with actress High as Aladdin and I am a savage Just came back from Paris Rockstar lifestyle status Gamblin', that's a habit We wear high end fashion Country boy, we tax him Hold that boy for ransom Disappear work just like magic This is a Balmain jacket Spikes on the glove, OG Mac'in And we do not have to practice Light up the backwood and pass it We toastin' shots in the mansion Came from the trap, I used to have bricks in the pantry Fuckin' on nothin' but models and dancers All the old bitches, they say that I'm handsome Stars in my ceiling, pull up in the Phantom Used to have nothin' and we came a long way and look where we at Used to have nothin' and we came a long way and look where we at Thugger, he signed me a check Wished me nothin' but the best They hatin' me cause I got next I just want shit on my ex We fly private jetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
