That we wanna be
I be putrone poppin'
Rose sippin'
Your money bring problems
But it bring more bitches
I get a lot of hate
I just get more vicious
Got a lot on my plate
I don't need no dishes
For shorty lookin' bad
And True's lookin' mean
On the wack bitches hatin'
In the back mean muggin'
But little do the bitch know
That she buggin'
Mommy of a blind person
Just wanna see, sir
Pinky ring blingin'
VBS glowin'
True's on sag
Gucci belt showin'
Devil on the beat
Need no man flowin'
I'm a fly Harlem nigga
And y 'all already know it
Yeah
Bottles in the air
Bottles everywhere
We party, party, party
Like it's part of our career
We got that kinda swagger
Make them models wanna stare
So if you tryna party
Better follow over here
Bottles in the air
Bottles everywhere
We party, party, party
Like it's part of our career
We got that kinda swagger
Make them models wanna stare
So if you tryna party
Better follow over here
Ay yo, I be on the FDR
Next to y 'all
Hoes like when they came out
With your ass to pick up
Middle fingers out
Eat a dick up
I'm sayin' niggas in your cam
Nice pick up, brick up
Yeah
I know that she cute
She know my money stacked tall
Like a Jodeci boot
Couple bottles of Ciroc
I know that she loose
She don't even know niggas
She just know it's the loop
I ask bloggers who they spend
The Swiss put us on Balenciagas
For the men
Look at coppers and I grin
And nah
I ain't gettin' stocked up in the gym
I'm tryna meet your girl
And put the cock up in her chin
Niggas sayin' that they king
Let's earn them places
Hermes hat with the Hermes laces
Three time felons
Earn them cases
Let my hoe demise us
He burnt the gauges
Breath
Bottles in the air
Bottles everywhere
We party, party, party
Like it's part of our career
We got that kinda swag
That make the models wanna stare
So if you tryna party
Better follow over here
Bottles in the air
Bottles everywhere
We party, party, party
Like it's part of our career
We got that kinda swag
That make the models wanna stare
So if you tryna party
Better follow over here
