Letras
I just touched in Paris, France Rockin' all Japan, thousand for a hat
Probably Prada money on my head
Got niggas who ain't work, move the work end up in the feds
Broke ass, kept playin' with the tab then he end up dead
I got fans don't even speak my language lovin' what I'm sayin
Go to Cali, shoppin' in Topanga still be blendin' in
Hold on, where yo fuckin' wristband yo ass ain't gettin' in
Dress the same, fuck the same hoes
I ain't blendin' in
You know I bleed this tour shit
You don't, I ain't yo fuckin' twin
I been lookin' out for myself peepin' niggas ungrateful
I'll be runnin' out of bitches before I'm runnin' out of paper
Fuck a thot, know the bag I got make bitches unfaithful
They tryna make me wait too long I damn near start my own label
Wrld tour, throw a mob meeting eat at round tables
Gettin' fresh as hell I keep a ten with me, Turt Franklin
Bitch keep tryin' to get me hit the club with her, no thank you
I'm finna change my name to Spider-Man this shit be So Amazing
Go ahead and run up a lot of bands don't let the money change you
Need to throw me in the MLB this shit been lookin' major
Got a Dirty ass rust bucket nigga drivin' Mater
Put up 30 days in Europe I might leave this bitch the mayor
I'm in fuckin' Acne Studios recordin' in the basement
Bitch across the street from Balenci
Ball on niggas, got em' pissy
I'm on tour, got em' mad as hell I'm never in the city
Got enough room on my back I got whoever comin' with me
It be more love out of town then shit I'm feelin' in the Mitten
Byrd yo books good you call me, Love you, see you in a minute
You ain't never go and get no money being in yo feelings
I just touched in Paris, France Rockin' all Japan
Thousand for a hat Probably Prada money on my head
Got niggas who ain't work Moved the work, end up in the feds
Broke ass, kept playin' with the tab Then he end up dead
I got fans, don't even speak my language Lovin' what I'm sayin
Go to Cali, shoppin' in Topanga Still be blendin' in