Letras
These
Bitches be talkin bout
Feelin me
Killin me and a Patek
My boy say K you kiddin me
How you met this bitch in the Met?
I told shorty"We selfish that's why we get along"
Thinkin that we both selfless
That's why we gettin gone
Got her
Pickin up my ways
Oh you ain't seen her?
Baguettes her fav
Sometimes a pain like Gina
She say"These Louboutin's? I hope that they Christians
Cause anything else is against my religion"
But she'll
Pour a four in a liter
Swipe your card if it's a Visa
Ball hard like Trevor Ariza
Till niggas end up in Ibiza
I guess that same shit
That you said I should've said it to
I guess that same fear
That you had I should've let it loose
Temptation spot me
It's funny you think you got me
But
These hoes for everybody
I know a bitch who fucked on Lucci
You know she want the finer things
You know Gucci and Pucci
Ain't nothing wrong with designer things
Gotta put myself first Lucious
And if I buy you these Balenci frames
Just make sure you astucious
Cause I'm the type of nigga
Who gone keep this shit reclusive
Keep it movin if we choosin
Go head this shit mutual
If you choosin then you snoozin
Go head keep it mutual
Anywhere round the globe
Tell your woes, tell you hoes, tell your bros
Let em know
Let em know
Let em know
Let let let let em know
Yeah