Exotic

I got some exotic shit, a exotic whip, exotic bitch
I got some exotic shit
Exotic whip
Exotic bitch
Baby come take you a sip
I know it ain't Wok but it's still Tris
Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit
Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

I got all designer on me
Designer my head, designer my jeans
Ha, why is she giving me head?j

You said that she is the girl of your dreams
I been spinning and spinning and spinning
I do not remember a thing
She said that she sick of me counting this money but damn I'm in love with the green

When it comes to money I fiend
Don't try to step between me and these hunnids or nigga the Glock intervene
He tried to step, lil nigga was funny
He met the chop with the beam
I know I'm fitted in Issey and Prada but yeah I still got still got my Supreme

I got some exotic shit
Exotic whip
Exotic bitch
Baby come take you a sip
I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris
Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit
Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

Foot on your neck and I been stepping in some shit
Damn I spent over a rack on this fit
Hella checks and I'm not set, but I'm still rich
Never pressed over no shit, it come in quick

She suck while I'm counting up c notes
Thumbing through racks in her...
Thumbing through racks in her throat
Yeah I step, uh huh, I know
Watch where you step you too close
Shit it get cold, get designer coats
I hop on a jet I fly to the coast

I got some exotic shit
Exotic whip
Exotic bitch
Baby come take you a sip
I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris
Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit
Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

I got some exotic shit
Exotic whip
Exotic bitch
Baby come take you a sip
I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris
Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit
Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit



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Writer(s): Antonio Walker
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