Atelier
HUh Yeah
FAUVA FAUVA FAUVA
Look
I ain't no Christian in these Diors
I already know
What's up with these whores
Told her bring a friend
And she gon bring four
Cause I'm the one
She taking off the ring for
On the phone private call
Talking B I G
Who that at the door
I need to see I D
I ain't Christian in these Diors
I already know what's up
With these whores
214
Yeah I'm in Cent
Riding down the Ave
I just made a hit
I just sold a bag
Shawty want a vic
Bout to sell a half
Homie need a zip
I ain't t got no bust downs
But these tattoos on my wrist
Looking at this tattoo
It's a bust down on my wrist
Wanna talk about trust now
Matching face tats with my bitch
Match my fly
Match my Steez
Match my fit
Book this flight
Pack your bags
Take this trip
We on the way to the port
I'm out on Rodeo
Alpha Romeo
She want me to put it in sport
Designer the label
Reserving the table
She want the seats on the court
Atelier look what I made
I give a fuck what you bought
I'm back at the workshop
Im drinking the tea
With the Turks
Laptops with the Russian
I'm trying to see how it works
Visions
Luxury living
Dropping the top
Feeling like Wayne
Ain't no ceilings
I ain't no Christian in these Diors
I already know
What's up with these whores
Told her bring a friend
And she gon bring four
Cause I'm the one
She taking off the ring for
On the phone private call
Talking B I G
Who that at the door
I need to see I D
I ain't Christian in these Diors
I already know what's up
With these whores
FAUVA FAUVA FAUVA
Look
I ain't no Christian in these Diors
I already know
What's up with these whores
Told her bring a friend
And she gon bring four
Cause I'm the one
She taking off the ring for
On the phone private call
Talking B I G
Who that at the door
I need to see I D
I ain't Christian in these Diors
I already know what's up
With these whores
214
Yeah I'm in Cent
Riding down the Ave
I just made a hit
I just sold a bag
Shawty want a vic
Bout to sell a half
Homie need a zip
I ain't t got no bust downs
But these tattoos on my wrist
Looking at this tattoo
It's a bust down on my wrist
Wanna talk about trust now
Matching face tats with my bitch
Match my fly
Match my Steez
Match my fit
Book this flight
Pack your bags
Take this trip
We on the way to the port
I'm out on Rodeo
Alpha Romeo
She want me to put it in sport
Designer the label
Reserving the table
She want the seats on the court
Atelier look what I made
I give a fuck what you bought
I'm back at the workshop
Im drinking the tea
With the Turks
Laptops with the Russian
I'm trying to see how it works
Visions
Luxury living
Dropping the top
Feeling like Wayne
Ain't no ceilings
I ain't no Christian in these Diors
I already know
What's up with these whores
Told her bring a friend
And she gon bring four
Cause I'm the one
She taking off the ring for
On the phone private call
Talking B I G
Who that at the door
I need to see I D
I ain't Christian in these Diors
I already know what's up
With these whores
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Writer(s): Nicholas Bell
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