Lyrics
Only one can bring me down is the clerk at Moncler
Only one's to crack this baguette with me is mon frère
Bank app, 40 racks, don't know how it got there
I just shrugged at God's plan, never is it unfair
Foreign lil' pop, I just muddied it up
Afraid to be alone, the two-ers buddied it up
Pencil neck geeks, I know they studying us
Funny enough, it isn't funny enough
What? Are you jealous of the glitz?
As soon as I walked in Sak's, I knew something was amiss
I walked in through the back, they didn't cross me off the list
Icky-gooey mud, this cup is sticking to my ribs
I could never fib, but I'll cap 'til I die
Hold me to a higher standard, tax me 1K for the line
I can't text you back, got a P.R. in the Plein
Man crush Monday belt, keep three ID by side
Fucking up the image is just part of the image
There'll be no repercussions if I pop another pillage
Cut the lights out, he'll shine light on his children
When the ice melts, then I know it's really finished
Only one can bring me down is the clerk at Moncler
Only one's to crack this baguette with me is mon frère
Bank app, 40 racks, don't know how it got there