Michelin Star

Yeah, yeah What's playing? The TV or the laptop? The laptop I can hear somethin' playing, TV? Should I turn it up? Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, it boils down to experience Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials We both zealous, jealous individuals No, I don't kiss and tell, do talking at a minimal Soon as we got physical Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin star" Needs a Michelin star, ah, ah, ah Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art Michelin star pussy, Michelin Michelin star pussy, Michelin (ah) I got niggas in my handbag, tryna get me wet But I told 'em all to kick rocks (ooh-ooh) 'Cause my baby got me dripped up (baby got me dripped up) Designer Stussy, Louis, Fendi and Gabanna We can't forget about Dior, they do it proper Patek Philippe, I keep it on my wrist (on my wrist) My diamonds dancing when I'm on the... (shh, shh, shh) Yeah, like it when I'm sleepin' and you stroke my hair Take it when you need it, show me you ain't scared Lemme just rock your body Body all over your body I'm in need of your body, yeah, yeah When you feel low and the streets turn cold And it feels like they don't love you no more (no more) I'ma be just one call away, tell me if you need me (yeah) Tonight, it boils down to experience Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials We both zealous, jealous individuals No, I don't kiss and tell, do talking at a minimal Soon as we got physical (oh-ooh) Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin star" Needs a Michelin star, ah, ah, ah Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art Michelin star pussy, Michelin Gelato and Skittles, got whites in the middle Girl, can I designer my drip? The glizzy ain't little, my hitter official Girl, tell me the truth 'cause you modest When I was down, you holdin' me down Now my roof down when I'm pickin' you up Litre of lean, I be drowinin' my lungs Scars on my heart, I be runnin' from love I don't like pictures so please don't take pictures of me Her nigga ain't richer than me I'm in a Lamb', Amiri jeans drippin' on me Ten racks right now on my jeans She won't say that she love me, girl, 'cause I know you don't I'm on, fuck you for hours, I'm off a Perc', I know (DBE, Don) Yeah, where I'm from, from You know you want it London Yeah, DBE and The Don Bando 29 Don't waste my time Relax, bump and grind Pass the Riz and grinder Somebody pass me the lighter, yeah, mm Love it when you stroke my hair, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Love it when you touch me there, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Bando 29