Armani - Christian Bale Lyrics

(Bhristo talk to 'em slime)
Whole lotta racks on me
I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay
Racks on me
I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay
I'm countin' up like Christian Bale
I get slime to go pay my bail
All my bruddas I wish 'em well
We do it and never gon' tell it
I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly
I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh
Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it
I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me
Bitch got a Telfar bag from me
I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons
My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta
I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."
I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk
Whole lotta racks on me
I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay
Racks on me
I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay
I put a tag on 'em
They ain't f*ck with the kid, tried to pass on 'em
It's a new month, switch the swag on 'em
They can't move far with the racks on 'em
I don't fear nothin' but a higher power
Drac on me gotta superpower
I just pulled up with a supermodel
She in my lap doin' stupid powder
I'm off a X gettin' super outta
I been f*ckin' my ex don't say nothin' bout it
I been f*ckin' my ex don't say nothin' bout it
I'm countin' up like Christian Bale
I get slime to go pay my bail
All my bruddas I wish 'em well
We do it and never gon' tell it
I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly
I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh
Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it
I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me
Bitch got a Telfar bag from me
I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons
My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta
I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."
I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk
I'm countin' up like Christian Bale
I get slime to go pay my bail
All my bruddas I wish 'em well
We do it and never gon' tell it
I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly
I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh
Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it
I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me
Bitch got a Telfar bag from me
I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons
My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta
I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."
I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk
Yeah
I don't even f*ck with these kids, foreally
I just like rockin' this Jean-Paul
I feel like Batman, I just pulled off in a Bentley
She wanna f*ck with the kid, but I can't even do it 'cause I'm on the road to a billy
She know I'm doin' her wrong it don't even matter as long as she still look pretty
I'm playin it cool
She wanna do drugs and ride around all through the city
I tell my slime if I don't call back in like 45 minutes then slide with the .50
I can't go out like these kids, I'm puttin' these clothes on right with the Ricky
I can't go out like these kids, I'm puttin' it on with the model bitches
I'm countin' up like Christian Bale
I get slime to go pay my bail
All my bruddas I wish 'em well
We do it and never gon' tell it
I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly
I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh
Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it
I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me
Bitch got a Telfar bag from me
I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons
My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta
I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."
I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk