Lyrics

It's Holiday Season, bitch I'm back I really ain't going nowhere Y'all niggas really want this shit again? Luxury leather, nigga Well fuck it, let's go Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I'm not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money, fuck bitches and get out of- I thought y'all niggas was good after the first one I'm back Shieet, DJ Holiday Really ain't going nowhere (Dave East!) Karma 2! Legendary shit, nigga! Luxury leather, nigga Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out the way The streets told me, "East, please just put out a tape" Gorillas in Louie, don't wear too much Bape (Louie) It's not my C-Day, but I got too much cake Your shit not gon' work bro, you got too much hate That jealousy came from you, watch me get paid (watch me) Plot on niggas, I'ma watch 'em for days (watch 'em) Might got a Rover but you're not in my Range (skrt) Nothing have you more nervous than buying cocaine Audemar face, the car came with drapes You bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money, fuck bitches and get out the way I'm only thinking 'bout how much I can make Take a trip and be right back in a day I'm getting money, can't react off the hate Don't care 'bout how you knew me back in the day Never thought I'd be packing out shows (never) Don't get too close, this shit's strapped on my waist (blaw) Pick up bags on the road, then get back with the bros Thinking I want a purge with no mask on my face Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I'm not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money, fuck bitches and get out the way Diamond feel like the winter She never had Nobu for dinner I just got some dome in a sprinter (argh) Talking that tough shit, we know that you timid Honestly, I ain't been broke in a minute You started this shit, I just hope you can finish (I hope) Keep calling my phone, I just hope that it's business (I hope) On the block with my old heads, just sipping the Guinness (old head) In the game, you be nervous, to me, it's a scrimmage Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money, fuck bitches and get out the way (get out the way)
Writer(s): David Brewster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out