Lyrics
(Ya'll Know Aztro in the cut)
(Bag chasing, mad statements)
Bag chasing, mad statements
Every time I pull off in this Aston Martin
It's like a movie you can't get in
You trying to afford this type of tint
I got pants that say "Evisu" on the denim
I got bad hoes, that's why I always hit 'em (Hit 'em)
Bag chasing, mad statements
Every time I feel myself in Maison Margiela Tabi's
Every time she step out, different color like a Teletubby
Every time I step out, rock all black just like a fuckin' dummy (Fuckin' dummy)
I'm landscaping, then I roll it up inside this wood, I'm smoking Big Hendrix
You still rolling swishers, you still smoking Slim Jimmy's (Slim!)
Existential crisis while I'm high, quick decision
You can't see me, feel like John Cena because I been chilling
Bag chasing, mad statements
Every time I pull off in this Aston Martin
It's like a movie you can't get in (In!)
You trying to afford this type of tint
I got pants that say "Evisu" on the denim
I got bad hoes, that's why I always hit 'em
Bad habits, bad language
This AMG feel wrong, but no hesitating
This AMG feel right, can't tell me how I'm living
(AMG feel right, tell me how I'm living)
(Bag chasing, mad statements)
(Every time I pull off in this Aston Martin)
(It's like a movie you can't get in)
(You trying to afford this type of tint)
(I got pants that say "Evisu" on the denim)
(I got bad hoes, that's why I always hit 'em)
Hey, bag chasing, mad statements
Every time I pull off in this Aston Martin (Yeah! Yeah!)
It's like a movie you can't get in (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
You trying to afford this type of tint (Yea!)
I got pants that say "Evisu" on the denim (Uh huh)
I got bad hoes, that's why I always hit 'em (Hey!)
(I hit 'em)