BRUCE WAYNE
Ha, Ha
(Astro)
Yeah
I got the cash, got the gadgets like i'm Bruce Wayne
Hop in the Batmobile, whip it through the Gotham rain
I got the, Richard Mille, bezel fully flooded
Cannot catch me with the cap, keep that shit a hunnid'
Drop the top, whip that bih' 190 on the freeway
I drop a bag on the necklace, damn it must be payday
Yeah your, huh, your bitch she on her knees
Suck it up lil' baby like a lollipop, do it with ease
When it's too quiet by myself, yeah I go insane
Friends with the dark, i'm a knight just like Bruce Wayne
Freshen up the cup, fill it up with some purple rain
Yeah i'm with some shooters, big guns, they got good range
Try outrun a bullet, goodluck, send you to the grave
Yeah i'm underground, and i'm running like a Trump campaign
Back-to-back like Future, that's the past, this shit present day
Catch me in the street, too much heat, fuck up out my way
I got the cash, got the gadgets like I'm Bruce Wayne
Hop in the Batmobile, whip it through the Gotham rain
I got the, Richard Mille, bezel fully flooded
Cannot catch me with the cap, keep that shit a hunnid'
Drop the top, whip that bih' 190 on the freeway
I drop a bag on the necklace, damn it must be payday
Yeah your, huh, your bitch she on her knees
Suck it up lil' baby like a lollipop, do it with ease
(Astro)
Yeah
I got the cash, got the gadgets like i'm Bruce Wayne
Hop in the Batmobile, whip it through the Gotham rain
I got the, Richard Mille, bezel fully flooded
Cannot catch me with the cap, keep that shit a hunnid'
Drop the top, whip that bih' 190 on the freeway
I drop a bag on the necklace, damn it must be payday
Yeah your, huh, your bitch she on her knees
Suck it up lil' baby like a lollipop, do it with ease
When it's too quiet by myself, yeah I go insane
Friends with the dark, i'm a knight just like Bruce Wayne
Freshen up the cup, fill it up with some purple rain
Yeah i'm with some shooters, big guns, they got good range
Try outrun a bullet, goodluck, send you to the grave
Yeah i'm underground, and i'm running like a Trump campaign
Back-to-back like Future, that's the past, this shit present day
Catch me in the street, too much heat, fuck up out my way
I got the cash, got the gadgets like I'm Bruce Wayne
Hop in the Batmobile, whip it through the Gotham rain
I got the, Richard Mille, bezel fully flooded
Cannot catch me with the cap, keep that shit a hunnid'
Drop the top, whip that bih' 190 on the freeway
I drop a bag on the necklace, damn it must be payday
Yeah your, huh, your bitch she on her knees
Suck it up lil' baby like a lollipop, do it with ease
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Writer(s): Cody Keepence, Lachlan Henderson
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