Paris Fashion Week
Who you know, made it out and stunt like this
Yellow diamonds on my neck, your jewelry ain't on shit
All that flexin' for the gram, got you broke as a bitch
I just took this nigga hoe down, I'm yellin pick six
Real expensive lingo, that ain't no cap, I like to spend it
Biggest nigga in it, if it's regular, I call it midget
I ain't nothin' like these niggas, they gon be poppin' banks at 50
I just fucked my favorite actress, I lied and told her that I know 50
I keep my face card clean, cause I seen how they did Diddy
Tryna get that baseball cheese, I'm talkin a million in a minute Panoramic roof, baby, come fuck me in the spaceship
I spent Christmas at Magic, they call me Santa at the day shift
I been runnin' through these IG hoes, it just don't make sense
Always pop out with a bad bitch, she gonna make friends
See a opp do em bad right there, don't make amends
It feel good to go, Ricky Fit, used to go Citi Trends
It feel good to go, foreign whip, used to go City Transit
Got the money, put it in my gang, no one felt abandoned
Can't one nigga say he gave me shit, Got it off a chances
Yo bitch for the streets she ate my D
I think she's so romantic
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
I call my shooter, Mad Max, he keep a drum in every pocket
I told that nigga don't bring the Drake
He think I'm playin', but I ain't Joshin Call me Mr. Clean, any nigga in my field, I wash em
Rollin' off a bean, shawty just left the
crib and forgot her esophagus
Big ass boots, call me the biggest stepper
They Balenciaga, niggas don't wanna beef with me no more
They know I fuck their momma
The run I'm on right now is kinda crazy
But bet I do a proper
Paris Fashion Week
Got these model bitches lookin' star-struck
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
Yellow diamonds on my neck, your jewelry ain't on shit
All that flexin' for the gram, got you broke as a bitch
I just took this nigga hoe down, I'm yellin pick six
Real expensive lingo, that ain't no cap, I like to spend it
Biggest nigga in it, if it's regular, I call it midget
I ain't nothin' like these niggas, they gon be poppin' banks at 50
I just fucked my favorite actress, I lied and told her that I know 50
I keep my face card clean, cause I seen how they did Diddy
Tryna get that baseball cheese, I'm talkin a million in a minute Panoramic roof, baby, come fuck me in the spaceship
I spent Christmas at Magic, they call me Santa at the day shift
I been runnin' through these IG hoes, it just don't make sense
Always pop out with a bad bitch, she gonna make friends
See a opp do em bad right there, don't make amends
It feel good to go, Ricky Fit, used to go Citi Trends
It feel good to go, foreign whip, used to go City Transit
Got the money, put it in my gang, no one felt abandoned
Can't one nigga say he gave me shit, Got it off a chances
Yo bitch for the streets she ate my D
I think she's so romantic
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
I call my shooter, Mad Max, he keep a drum in every pocket
I told that nigga don't bring the Drake
He think I'm playin', but I ain't Joshin Call me Mr. Clean, any nigga in my field, I wash em
Rollin' off a bean, shawty just left the
crib and forgot her esophagus
Big ass boots, call me the biggest stepper
They Balenciaga, niggas don't wanna beef with me no more
They know I fuck their momma
The run I'm on right now is kinda crazy
But bet I do a proper
Paris Fashion Week
Got these model bitches lookin' star-struck
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit
Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet
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Writer(s): Chris Ogunnowo
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