Take you to Sally´s, you pick what you want Take you to Sally´s, you pick what you want
We havin´ motion, these lil´ niggas don´t Go hit Bottega, girl, pick what you want Burberry letterman came with the squares We throwin´ points, so we stayin´ prepared Come on, lil´ mama, come into my lair Hit from the back, I´ma pull on your hair Hundred round point mag, it sound like a snare Get wild at the show and get hit with a chair Custom made muzzle, it look like a flare Countin´ a million by hand, you don´t know the feeling, I wish you was there You want Givenchy? I´ll swipe you a pair Private jet set, bae, let´s fuck in the air Make sure you fuck me good, do not hold back Just for your hair and nails, here go a rack
PMO hit me, they know I´m a product Bought her some music ´cause she got the conduct
They pay me fifty-K just for a pop-up I see ´em, I spot ´em, I´m lightin´ a opp up This car robotic, I´m lettin´ the top up They do it big, but I doubt they could top us Let you get fly, get you personal shoppers Designer weed, got the trap going bonkers Fly out to London to buy out the store Walk into Harrods, they shut down the floor Me and Rod racin´ in back to back ´Ghinis Really a big dog, can´t fuck with you weenies Say that you know me, but you never seen me Say that she love me to death and I´m dreamy I hit New Orleans, they treat me like Weezy I hit the Nola, yeah, they treat me like B.G. Feel like Osama, ain´t talkin´ ´bout DD Shoutout to Kanye, I´m scammin´ in Yeezy This shit for life, so you know ain´t no leavin´ You better fuck, damn, I swear that I´m fiendin´
All ´bout that paper, I´m bluein´ and greenin´ Shit can get wicked, I hang with the heathens Don´t you call my phone ´til the lil´ opp nigga bleedin´ I just bust down a product with my card, too easy
Take you to Sally´s, you pick what you want Take you to Sally´s, you pick what you want We havin´ motion, these lil´ niggas don´t Go hit Bottega, girl, pick what you want Burberry letterman came with the squares We throwin´ points, so we stayin´ prepared Come on, lil´ mama, come into my lair Hit from the back, I´ma pull on your hair Hundred round point mag, it sound like a snare Get wild at the show and get hit with a chair Custom made muzzle, it look like a flare Countin´ a million by hand, you don´t know the feeling, I wish you was there
You want Givenchy? I´ll swipe you a pair Private jet set, bae, let´s fuck in the air Make sure you fuck me good, do not hold back Just for your hair and nails, here go a rack
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