Текст песни
This shit sound like a shoppin' spree
Amsterdam, sippin' 1942
Don Julio bitch (I don't love you anymore)
(Yeah) Let the beat ride out
Let the beat ride, hm
My weed bluer than a Smurf nigga, you not gettin' higher than us
In real life
20 blunts a day, keepin' the doctor away, huh (Yeah)
I just flipped the page
They can't keep up with my pace, huh (Big Pace)
This shit not a race, but if it was I'm gettin' paid, huh
Niggas ain't come to play
I cannot let up fuck the brakes, I cannot let up fuck a break
I turned this shit up for my people, they don't wanna see my face
I keep on fuckin' with these divas, I guess I just like the chase
Coppin' Phoebe Philo for her, showin' love to the UK
But I could never put her first, l'm just not that good at waitin'
Tell me, what you sayin' to me? I must be crazy
Why you can't just stay here with me?
I put you in CELINE, no Dion but I'm a don bae
I push the extremes
Go beyond to show my love, but it's not enough (Okay, okay)
I'm finna bite through all the hate
I'm finna bite through all the pain
Man, I'm cuttin' 'em off while I'm boardin' a plane, huh-huh, huh
I'm finna bite through all the pain
I'm tryna jump out my old ways, I been thinkin' I get in my own way
I hit that spot like Teddy Pendergrass (Yeah)
And the watch is F.P. Journe my nigga
Thank you for askin' (Can't get this)
I crave the Flying Spur, I thought I wanted an Aston
But I'm 2 Legit 2 Quit (MC)
And we got Moët in the split (Tipsy)
And a little bit of '46, and a little bit of '46
Have you ever had to hold a brick?
Nigga have you ever had to hold a stick?
Put that mask on high when I'm out in the split
Kilos on me I'm a rollin' hit
And my city know that I'm a rolling stone
Need my bitch too French like a Grey Poupon
Gotta worry 'bout me, I can't put you on
I turned this shit up for my people, they don't wanna see my face