Текст песни
I'm in the Hamptons wine tasting
Smashing grapes in my Bottegas
Tryna take me out my grace I'll send you to them high places
Versace bed sheets I sleep in all designer labels
I don't do the runways
Only runway is when I fly the plane
Expensive habits
I drape my body in expensive fabrics
My Uda hold the big twelve like March Madness
My broad spanish
She in the Bronx stashing
Work inside the Nail Salon
Her ass fat & her hair is long
I smoke cigars
I'm wavy baby like the Coast Guards
Exotic cars
This Mozart meets Ozark
I'm peeping game
You lil pups need coaching dog
I'm star status
Smoke in designer man that's high fashion,
I'm at the Mondrian I toll the clerks to hold my baggage,
I need the horse & carriage
I don't need divorce or marriage
I need 100 acres with the Porsche in front the Mansion
It's Orca bastard yo
I'm not in danger
I am danger
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh?
Come here, come here
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Uncle Larry
You pussies can't share my air
Walk a mile in a pair I wear
And I'm getting better year by year
And I'm still right here
Ain't taking people to the top that hate to see me there
Listen, I don't know no fucking Kianna
I leave the phone unlocked so when she acting like Madonna,
she can see that I got options
I don't really need the drama
Plenty fish up in the sea, but these bitches is some piranhas
Wine pouring in my suite
Rick Owens on my feet
Cashmere on my skin while Sinatra bumping on my speaks
Fly to Paris for a week
Tokyo for the steez
Diamonds help me freeze so I shine when I'm in Belize
Upper East Side living
Butler in the kitchen