Ferragamo
Feel like, I'm dreamin' in real life
Stars on my ceiling shinin' real bright
Models in every city puttin' on my RAF
Whip too fast, spillin' syrup on my dash
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Grab on her ass and lose balance
I drink my lean out a chalice
I serve 'em up with the salads
I got 'em singing my ballads
I ain't never meant no malice
I just been chasing the palace
I just been chasing the bag,
Move like the flash,
Countin' the cash
Makin' the sales and then spend it too fast (Spend it too fast)
Pickin' up weight and then rollin' it fat (Rollin' it fat)
Addicted to money, and I always relapse (I always relapse)
Grabbin' yo' shawty and make her my snack (Make her my snack)
Makin' the wave, no, don't fuck with a fad (Don't fuck with a fad)
Too many blondies be callin' me dad (They callin' me dad)
No, you ain't stayin with me at the pad (Stay at the pad)
Come for the night, make your memory last
Bank account full of commas
Up all night like I'm Nos Sudamos
Cut the competition, like a katana
Scuba divin', ocean like the Bahamas
I'm green, you yellow, like a banana
My foreign bitch last name is Tatiana
Servin' the junkies right out the cabana
Have so much drama, my main bitch is Tanya
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Feel like, I'm dreamin' in real life
Stars on my ceiling shinin' real bright
Models in every city puttin' on my RAF
Whip too fast, spillin' syrup on my dash
Stars on my ceiling shinin' real bright
Models in every city puttin' on my RAF
Whip too fast, spillin' syrup on my dash
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Grab on her ass and lose balance
I drink my lean out a chalice
I serve 'em up with the salads
I got 'em singing my ballads
I ain't never meant no malice
I just been chasing the palace
I just been chasing the bag,
Move like the flash,
Countin' the cash
Makin' the sales and then spend it too fast (Spend it too fast)
Pickin' up weight and then rollin' it fat (Rollin' it fat)
Addicted to money, and I always relapse (I always relapse)
Grabbin' yo' shawty and make her my snack (Make her my snack)
Makin' the wave, no, don't fuck with a fad (Don't fuck with a fad)
Too many blondies be callin' me dad (They callin' me dad)
No, you ain't stayin with me at the pad (Stay at the pad)
Come for the night, make your memory last
Bank account full of commas
Up all night like I'm Nos Sudamos
Cut the competition, like a katana
Scuba divin', ocean like the Bahamas
I'm green, you yellow, like a banana
My foreign bitch last name is Tatiana
Servin' the junkies right out the cabana
Have so much drama, my main bitch is Tanya
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Stick with the models, they comin' tomorrow
Grippin' they ass through they jeans, yeah
Poppin' the bottles, in all Ferragamo
Passin' the rest to the team, yeah
Droppin' her thong, dance to my songs
Booty so thick make me lean, yeah
Patek on my arm, lookin' like a don
My wrist and my neck they gleam, yea
She likin' material thangs (Material thangs)
Sipping on colorful dranks (On colorful dranks)
Giving me brain in a Wraith (Skrt skrt)
Come bulletproof like a tank (Skrt skrt)
Ride bulletproof like Obama (Obama)
Givin' my dawgs Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bank account full of commas (Commas)
Don't even try, you can't stop us
Feel like, I'm dreamin' in real life
Stars on my ceiling shinin' real bright
Models in every city puttin' on my RAF
Whip too fast, spillin' syrup on my dash
Credits
Writer(s): Cayman Cline
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