Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
What's playing? The TV or the laptop?
The laptop
I can hear somethin', play it, TV
Should I turn it up? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, it boils down to experience
Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials
We both zealous, jealous individuals
No, I don't kiss and tell, do talkin' at a minimal
Soon as we got physical
Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin Star"
Needs a Michelin Star, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art
Michelin Star pussy, Michelin
Michelin Star pussy, Michelin (ah)
I got niggas in my handbag, tryna get me wet
But I told 'em all to kick rocks (ooh-ooh)
'Cause my baby got me dripped up (baby, got me dripped up)
Designer Stussy, Louis, Fendi and Gabanna
We can't forget about Dior, they do it proper
Patek Philippe, I keep it on my wrist (on my wrist)
My diamonds dancing when I'm on the (shh, shh, shh)
Yeah, like it when I'm sleepin' and you stroke my hair
Take it when you need it, show me you ain't scared
Lemme just rock your body
Body all over your body
I'm in need of your body, yeah, yeah
When you feel low and the streets turn cold
And it feels like they don't love you no more (no more)
I'ma be just one call away, tell me if you need me (yeah)
Tonight, it boils down to experience
Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials
We both zealous, jealous individuals
No, I don't kiss and tell, do talkin' at a minimal
Soon as we got physical (oh-ooh)
Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin Star"
Needs a Michelin Star, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art
Michelin Star pussy, Michelin
Gelato and Skittles, got whites in the middle
Girl, can't lie, designer my drip
The glizzy ain't little, my hitter official
Girl, tell me the truth you 'cause you modest
When I was down, you was holdin' me down
Now my roof down when I'm pickin' you up
Liter of lean, I be drowinin' my lungs
Scars on my heart, I be runnin' from love
I don't like pictures so please don't take pictures of me
Her nigga ain't richer than me
I'm in the Lamb', Amiri jeans, drippin' on me
Ten racks right now on my jeans
She won't say that she love me, girl, 'cause I know you don't
I'm on, fuck you for hours, I'm off a Perc, I know (DBE, Don)
Yeah, where I'm from, from
You know we runnin'
London
Yeah, DBE and The Don
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Don't waste my time
Relax, bump and grind
Where's the weed, grind it up
Somebody pass me the lighter, yeah, mm
Love it when you stroke my hair, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Love it when you touch me there, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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