Letra

Sounds spiritual Smoke fee cost me $500, I'm still gonna light that bitch up in the coupe Caught ya girl on Melrose, I roll down the window, I holla atcha boo Nordstrom into my crib, but I know shit gone blow me like a flute He make the music, I shoutout his shoes, look at my outfit this shit is expensive Mike Jordans from back in the day be vintage I got the Tris, and I'm still gonna tax you Feeling like Danny, I pull up in Phantom Put drip on her body, Dior on her sandals Might get some earrings, I need some more diamonds Rolls Royce truck big, I gotta climb in Didn't expect me, the way that I'm stylin' We go a hundred, and then they gon' find them My diamonds so scary I call them The Shining Money like spray, pollen? Exclusive you can't even find him Tropical, pour up in Fanta I give her fruit banana I told her don't pull up with camera Like Kool-Aid bitch I'm jam her I treat her like mail, stamp her Smoke fee cost me $500, I'm still gonna light that bitch up in the coupe Caught ya girl on Melrose, I roll down the window, I holla atcha boo Nordstrom into my crib, but I know shit gone blow me like a flute He make the music, I shoutout his shoes, look at my outfit this shit is expensive Mike Jordans from back in the day be vintage I got the Tris, and I'm still gonna tax you Feeling like Danny, I pull up in Phantom Put drip on her body, Dior on her sandals
Writer(s): Ian Powell, Christopher Upshaw, Adam Kirkman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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