MEDIA
They in the media talkin' bout all our problems
Got money here money everywhere we can solve em
I had six shots with you like a damn revolver
Hopped in the Escalade told em turn the meter off
I'm never satisfied tryna be a bigger boss
I been making big wishes in the Cullinan
Expensive garments baby what I'm covered in
So many blue stripes lookin' like a boss here
I swear everything glass I'm on the top floor
Got me feeling myself told this bougie bitch bonjour
Ok hit up Elliante told him fuck it leave the presi clean
I'm on rockstar shit I been sippin' codeine whippin' foreign machines
Let me tell you what you do to me
Got me pissin' racks and sippin' back to back like literally
She really know the end of me
I swear been through too many things
We just count a hundred racks when it's boring
Or she might take a nap after I beat her
Got a motor on my back like a seat heater
I been stuffin' Metro like a bat Derek Jeter
Coppin' her big bags just to fill a lil better
I made it hard to please her
European stitchin' on my garments
When I caught you you was tarnished like some gold
If I just quit cheatin' I can please her
Married to the streets big rocks on my fingers
Hop in a vert she like to squirt
I been puttin' in work
I went and Cuban my links
I'm wet as a sink
She said if you love me tatt my name on you covered in ink
Pussy so pink
Weird bitch I don't wanna link
I been driving autopilot in a Tesla
I might spit out VV rocks when I whisper
I dicked her then got missin' like I'm Flippa
Rollie stains all over my garments
Ice all over my garments
European all on my garments
Oooh
European all on my garments
Big strap under my garments
Sippin' codeine color Barney
Sippin' codeine
YSL all on my locks
I put the racks in the Burberry coat
Interior keepin' it white like I'm sittin' in Dove soap
Oooh brrr
Moncler coat it's been a lil while
I copped the G-Wagon brand new now you can smile
That's for you bae, not my style
I'm in twin turbos fuck it slidin' around
Shoes like European should've bought em in pounds
Fell in love with London bitches I might stick around
Got money here money everywhere we can solve em
I had six shots with you like a damn revolver
Hopped in the Escalade told em turn the meter off
I'm never satisfied tryna be a bigger boss
I been making big wishes in the Cullinan
Expensive garments baby what I'm covered in
So many blue stripes lookin' like a boss here
I swear everything glass I'm on the top floor
Got me feeling myself told this bougie bitch bonjour
Ok hit up Elliante told him fuck it leave the presi clean
I'm on rockstar shit I been sippin' codeine whippin' foreign machines
Let me tell you what you do to me
Got me pissin' racks and sippin' back to back like literally
She really know the end of me
I swear been through too many things
We just count a hundred racks when it's boring
Or she might take a nap after I beat her
Got a motor on my back like a seat heater
I been stuffin' Metro like a bat Derek Jeter
Coppin' her big bags just to fill a lil better
I made it hard to please her
European stitchin' on my garments
When I caught you you was tarnished like some gold
If I just quit cheatin' I can please her
Married to the streets big rocks on my fingers
Hop in a vert she like to squirt
I been puttin' in work
I went and Cuban my links
I'm wet as a sink
She said if you love me tatt my name on you covered in ink
Pussy so pink
Weird bitch I don't wanna link
I been driving autopilot in a Tesla
I might spit out VV rocks when I whisper
I dicked her then got missin' like I'm Flippa
Rollie stains all over my garments
Ice all over my garments
European all on my garments
Oooh
European all on my garments
Big strap under my garments
Sippin' codeine color Barney
Sippin' codeine
YSL all on my locks
I put the racks in the Burberry coat
Interior keepin' it white like I'm sittin' in Dove soap
Oooh brrr
Moncler coat it's been a lil while
I copped the G-Wagon brand new now you can smile
That's for you bae, not my style
I'm in twin turbos fuck it slidin' around
Shoes like European should've bought em in pounds
Fell in love with London bitches I might stick around
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Writer(s): Dominic Walker
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