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Versace bathrobe, nigga sleeping with a vixen
Touching dirty money, I was cleaning up my image
Saying that it's love, but I'm knowing that it isn't
Ya BM on my dick, she need to give a nigga distance
Used to date a stripper, but she never met my moms
Studying the word, so right now I'm reading Psalms
Nigga hold the blunt like Harry Potter with the wand
One behind my ear, see the future in my palms
Hop about the Uber, nigga smelling like a pound
Looked into her eyes
On my soul the chick drowned
Looking like a bag
On her sweats Thom Browne
Say she wanna visit, but I'm always out of town
The Chi for a day, cause a nigga wanted lunch
And I really did it, I ain't even trying to stunt
Purple Grape 5's, same color as the Runtz
Look up in the sky, same color as my Dunks
Lay her in the bed like a layup off the glass
Handled her with care, yeen ain't even got a ask
Future looking bright, so they talking about my past
All I'm trying to say, haters know I'm on they ass
Like a fucking diaper, niggas hyperventilating
Penetrate her mind
After that penetration
Up north, nigga got girls out in Grayson
Fettuccine pasta with the lobster and crustaceans
Post a couple pictures niggas chicks is feeling hungry
They know in real life that a nigga getting money
Versace bathrobe got The Don feeling comfy
Niggas really bitches you can see them on they monthly
Weed came from Compton, my shorty out the country
My faith got me winning, niggas think I'm lucky
Since I started winning, niggas buddy buddy
Before my shit was pretty, best believe my shit was ugly
Had to rearrange it, nigga had to change it
Had to level up and let them know just what my name is
Got inside my Birkin, when that wasn't working
Looked into the mirror, I remembered what my worth is
Red-nose niggas, y'all belong up in the circus