Red Wine

(Don't want a fuckin' gin

I want the red wine

I want the Malbec, want the Merlot

Want the fuckin' Cabernet Sauvignon

Fuckin' hear me! You cunt!)

Yo, check it

Plottin' and schemin'

In my sleep, man, I fight these demons

I was in debt for juugin' and dreamin'

Now we in a mansion, look at them ceilings

In the Bentley I gotta be speedin'

Still rich, man, I gotta be cheatin'

My dick get up in her feelings

Came for the dough, but she got semen (Shut up!)

I'm like "Hear what I'm screamin'!" (Let's go)

That's a monkey on my dry cleanin'

I can't rock that again, they've seen it

I might switch up the creps, that's remix

On the stove, I was whippin' that remix (Trust)

Had 'em baggin' up pebs, that's devious

Just gave out a zed in freebies (Fekky)

But that's free promo

Might step in the matching Polo

Can't wait till I take that photo

See the chains just dancing loco (Now you see me)

Might put on the fur like Low so

I'm a whole damn G in total

All my **** dem gassed like Total (Red wine)

Got nicked for a M, we don't chat to the feds

Like, "Mate, lemme get my photo"

Juugin' and swerve

I made bae hold wap in her purse

I can't let 'em get me first

I was broke, then I broke that curse

Juugin' and swerve

Ten MACs, so that we can burst

It's corn for who it concerns

Lead shot, man, it took that fur

Yo, now we do shoes and shirts

Success, watch a hater burn

She ain't yours, man, it's just your turn

That **** didn't read the terms

I got dough in firms, dough in birds

And the jakes dem still concerned

I just took ten racks for a show

Got the tour bus all confirmed

And the tour bus came with skirt

Put that pussy to work

We don't let hoes smoke our weed (Never)

Cah we ain't tryna catch those germs

Yo, trust me

Spunk that dough in public

I lost it all in country

Started again with a onion

I don't smoke that weed in public

I'm too paranoid, I might smoke it

I told Ali, "Cool it and go through"

Now we're global, I still get the mandem at the local

I used to wave two sticks like bōgu

Now I play with chopsticks at Nobu

I had a line from the flat to the phone booth

Now I got 'em queueing up at O2

Juugin' and swerve

I made bae hold wap in her purse

I can't let 'em get me first

I was broke, then I broke that curse

Juugin' and swerve

Ten MACs, so that we can burst

It's corn for who it concerns

Lead shot, man, it took that fur (Would you like some red wine, sir?)

I want a Malbec

No, you know what, I want a Merlot

With a cigar

Nice lifestyle