Black Silk

Shawty called me and she wanna get drunk

I don't wanna waste time with a hoe

I ony love me and my girl and the gang

No cap, I be making lotta dough

I don't need no snow 'cause my heart so cold

I got foes, shot them in a row

The homie got M16s on alert

We don't leave no friends all alone

All my friends got me back

All eyes on them racks

Just trust, don't need no drone

I ain't God, but on God

These clothes ain't cheap

They be made with love and sewn

I ain't by myself, tho love myself

Fuck drugs, just weed, no coke

We don't want no capers

Only real ones ride with the chopper

Gucci, Owens, Yohji

Flexing be my motto

Drip go hard

Them shawties, they be saying hello

Michaels on my drip

YSLs on my tip

Neumann on my lip

Tell 'em how we flip

Lambo door, yeah I open that

Air Force ones, yeah I rock that

Big bag only, yeah, I make that

Fly my jet, yeah I ride that

All black only, yeah I style that

Fuck that bitch, she don't own that

Pay my Patek, I attack you

But my LV, I respect you

Riding a jet, riding the coup

Recording yeah, right in the stu

Fuck who you knew

I got the gang

I got the clan

You knew who rang

I got batman

I got my crew

I got my booze

I got my homie

I got my Louis

I got my bag

I got my mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili

I got the bag

I got the mili