Othello

I feel like I'm Othello
Riding the express while I sip on my espresso
Tryna get a check, it be hard to get some bread though
I chill in Little Italy with white women and pesto

New shorty from Calabasas
I don't think I'm rich enough to settle
And I never was ghetto, but I still be doing shit that's kinda ghetto
Catch me in New York, I'm Gordan Gekko

She fell in love at hello
I'm in Outer Heaven off the petrol
Me, you and a bottle of Prosecco
I'm tryna up the tempo
Take a picture with me just so you get a memento
Like did you get the memo?

Yeah

Make her head move when she bounce back
I don't give a fuck about your soundtrack
All you niggas sound wack

Moving in a demon not a Honda
Mix the Louie Liberaci with the Prada

And every single time that you see me
Watch how I step so flee
Watch how I step so cleanly
Watch how I step so clean

Glee code

I feel like I'm Othello
Riding the express while I sip on my espresso
Tryna get a check, it be hard to get some bread though
I chill in Little Italy with white women and pesto

New shorty from Calabasas
I don't think I'm rich enough to settle
And I never was ghetto, but I still be doing shit that's kinda ghetto
Catch me in New York, I'm Gordan Gekko

She fell in love at hello



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Kulisek, Rami Sadovnik, Ash Levi, Charlie Pomeranz
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